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A solar afternoon and sand so hot

Soles would burn as you ran across it

O glory of young days

Parked illegally

Along an alleyway at a hotel

On the waterfront so I could lug

A Dacor scuba tank a short way

And stand before your shallows, your pump house

And rusty crane so picturesque

And admire girls whose bronzed skin

Sang of Florida and don my tank.

Sun and sand and sea all spoke of you

And won my soul to love

and as I sank

Among the warm, shallow waters I

Could hardly imagine any other.