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1d
There is a deep
Ever growing need
Where the breeze of the sea
Calls out to me

Tosses and tussles
My thinning hair
Making me wish
I was still there

What the waves have to say
In their defense
Is they’ve also missed me
Since the moment I left

Soon to return
Back to the beach
Where the breeze of the sea
Daily calls out to me
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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