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SurferGirlDreams
North Carolina I love you, you’re
my family, my home, but from your
cold winter shores this girl needs
to roam,
To surf some waves, that just aren’t
so cold, in an island pipeline were
I can look bold,
To sit on a beach with trade winds
blowing, with warm white sands in
the sun glowing,
To go to a land of lai’s and of
Poi and if I get lucky find a cute
surfer boy,
To dance the meringue, drink the
sweet drinks and never care what
anyone thinks,
To be in caught in the passion of
the tropical night and know in my
heart this is just right,
To wake from a slumber of romantic
dreams, and not rush off to 3rd
grader screams,
Let me pack my bikini, my board
and my shades and go to this place
where surfer girl dreams are made.
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