Surf board

Stranded on an island,

off the coast of Thailand,

the waves are at high tide,

just me and my surf board so I'm gonna go ride,

the water is warm and the sun is shining,

I am getting alittle too warm, such good timing,

the crystal clear ocean is all mine,

I have no fear, I need to go surf,

I love this earth, but I love my board,

Gliding through the water, I soared,

and I thought wow, I could never live without my board.







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