Barry’s beach

my dear friend barry
does the hula in hawaii
some people find it scary
so far from mainland be

though the tropix taste quite delicious
for awakened souls well aware
he who has weathered rough seas
leeward lands has chosen to be

hibiscus hands for ladies precious
distant seagulls caw from Delaware
the whole world dwells within the heart
let its dancing waters part

curves of curious feet precocious
carve ephemeral arcs upon the sand
lead lazy path past plump papaya
in lieu of lemonade to roadside mango stand

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