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Irrational Tourism
Cliff edges can be dangerous.
I could tell you this but
Poodles with attitude are what my lips want to convey
Through this salt stained receiver.
These tourists.
Varicose veins and spandex,
Sandals with socks hide wiggling toes.
This is an amazing and awful day.
Kayackers look almost indigenous riding the waves.
Without a word, 83 minutes ago I left the fogged in valley
And you, sitting in our office.
You are getting used to actions that appear odd first glance,
Then make no sense,
Chicken Little throwing away his umbrella
When he knows the sky will fall.
Rain jackets mostly weathered by sun
Congregate by warning signs.
Gulls bang the ground by my feet
And shred the grass for careless spoils.
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