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Back home I’d walk down to the bay
To the marina and the boats
I’d smell the bay’s salt-water air
And gaze at these expensive floats

I’d walk to a convenience store
I’d buy a soda and some chips
Pretending I lived at some port
And had just come from off the ships

Back home, these were the things I did:
But then again
I was
A kid

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