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February 15, 1998


A beautiful island, a tropical breeze

is enough to make me weak in the knees

I feel the warm sand between my toes

this is my hideout of which nobody knows

I see the leaves rustle and watch the palms sway

on the other side is a crystal clear bay

no one around me, not a person in sight

except for the gulls that have taken to flight

this is my hideout, it's only for me

as I lay on the sand down by the beach.