Tropical Exposure

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2002 Poetry

The tropical sand is under my feet

I can feel its heat in my toes

The cool breeze blows through my hair

And I'm standing here without any clothes



The rays of the sun are burning my skin

A palm tree would really be good

I could sit in the shade and sip a cool drink

While wondering why I was misunderstood



People look at me like I'm a little off center

Just because I'm standing here nude

I'm a little upset for I don't understand

Why it was that everyone booed

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