about Lynnie, an old
girlfriend from the eighties.
she passed away
a few years ago.
but here she is in
the dream, in her
little vw bug,
pulling up outside my
door. smiling.
waving.
beeping the horn.
come on she yells.
let's go.
let's go have some fun.
surf's up,
we're going to the beach.
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