You call from the beach far away
Where it's sunny and breezy
With news of your world
At last the garage door is getting
Fixed and the holes in the wall
Filled in the annual invasion
Of summer ants is out of control
Your friend's father had to be hospitalized
With a painful infection your cousin's
Neighbor woke up with a gun to his head
Yes I'm fine today my big news is
I did the dishes and watered the plants
And slowly while I was listening
I lay down on the sand beside you
And held you lovely in my arms
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