Age spots, freckles, and veins disappear
In the tropical wonderland.
Flipping them from side to side
Makes stallions blink to admire
Ten long pointy toothpicks.
Bracelet marks open the gate to
An island of longevity.
I need to know if there is any way
To find a state of peace
In the waves slowly seeping onto the beach.
Don’t feel obligated, you say,
There’s always fishing in the Pacific.
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