Warm day on the beach.
Can this be San Francisco?
I guess summer's here.
A towel, a sandwich,
And I brought a big dog too.
Well, I got a bite.
A dead pelican.
People wonder how it died.
But I think something:
Death, here by the sea,
With these waves as one’s last sight,
Doesn’t seem so bad.
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