AND THIS OLD HOUSE IS GROANING
AS THE NIGHT WIND ROARS WITH A RAGE
AND THAT PERFECT STORM PASSES
AND THE SUN COMES OUT
AND THE BOYS ARE OUT CATCHING THEIR WAVES
ICICLES ARE SHEDDING THEIR TEARS OF SPRING
THE GULLS ARE LAUGHING AND THEY’RE SPREADING THEIR WINGS
TOURISTS ARE PLANNING FOR THE SUMMER TO START
WAITING TO BREAK THE HEART, OF THIS TOWN"
SCOT KIRBY - HEART OF A BEACH TOWN
Here's to all the beach towns loosing their grip on reality...
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