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    <title>Kailua Beach Park</title>
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    <author>
      <name>Chris</name>
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Green foam swirls and clings to my bare ankles;<BR /> Water warm and thick, my toes sink in the sand.<BR /> I walk in the surf because it is cool </p>
<p></p><P> Relief from the frying-pan beach.<BR /> The waves turn my clothes dark.<BR /> I Beckon you to join my promenade; </p>
<p></p><P> But, instead, sinking to my eyes like<BR /> Crocodile, I approach and grab your <BR /> Ankles to bring you in with me to swim.</p>
<p></p><P> We remove our clothes and they float like jellyfish: <BR /> Fabric bodies on the surface full  with air, <BR /> Legs and sleeves swirl below like hair.</p>
<p></p><P> The water is always opaque when<BR /> Seen from shore. Only our heads<BR /> Bob like channel markers.</p>
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<address> &#169;1994 <a href="mail.html">chris abraham</a> </address>

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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Green foam swirls and clings to my bare ankles;<BR /> Water warm and thick, my toes sink in the sand.<BR /> I walk in the surf because it is cool </p><P> Relief from the frying-pan beach.<BR /> The waves turn my clothes dark.<BR /> I Beckon you to join my promenade; </p><P> But, instead, sinking to my eyes like<BR /> Crocodile, I approach and grab your <BR /> Ankles to bring you in with me to swim.</p><P> We remove our clothes and they float like jellyfish: <BR /> Fabric bodies on the surface full  with air, <BR /> Legs and sleeves swirl below like hair.</p><P> The water is always opaque when<BR /> Seen from shore. Only our heads<BR /> Bob like channel markers.</p><P><br />
<address> &#169;1994 <a href="mail.html">chris abraham</a> </address>
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