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Coffee on the beach morning. The Rich Guy Next Door is early on his desktop perch making $$$ and The Sad Man Whose Little Dog Hates the Beach says good morning kinda begrudgingly as always. A dog walker tells me his frankfurter dogs name is Ringo. 


As in Starr? 

Yes. 

They have similar noses. 


A dead baby shark washed up on the beach and smelled from a really long way off. 


To paraphrase bobby z …


Too much contemplation

Can make a man feel 

ill at ease


tiny little whitecaps cap far out all over the all over and 

some of them turn into seagulls



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Anonymous said…
Can you borrow Ringo's sun glasses? Or better yet his sandwich?
June 14, 2024 at 1:18 PM
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