Sitting on the Dock, Dreaming of Yesterday splintery brown wood barely brushes my tan feet string bikini after string bikini parades by in a mirage of colors i sit alone, on an old faded Mickey towel my little boy-short bikini covering white skin dreaming of yesterday when you were near to me we sat together on the beach days of fun and laughter but now its my toes alone dangling in the murky water i couldnt believe myself i was living someone's life but then its all over and i realize it was mine after all sitting on the dock dreaming of yesterday cold toes, cold legs, browned by yesterday's sun and tomorrow's tanning oil waiting for another prince to sweep me off my bare nail-polished feetBirth sign: Not entered
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