An empty bowl poem

An empty plate,
a breakfast that could not wait,
a full stomach,
and huge amounts of energy,
energy aplenty,
and ready to go,
to go to the coast,
to the beach,
and anywhere with blue sky and sunshine is fine with me,
and with you, so, let's go, go, go,
because time moves faster than you know,
and there is no time to waste,
and the coast it is beckoning us,
and how easily I could quite happily forget modernity,
and live on a tropical island,
far from the towns and the cities,
that I bemoan.

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