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Coconut Palm Trees
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We’ve travelled all
day
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and haven’t slept
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and now we’re
walking along
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this beautiful
beach, incredible
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with its coconut
palm trees stretching
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their shadows out
across
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the soft off-white
sand, while lush
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waves caress the
shore.
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But my back is
killing me
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and I seemed to have
sprained
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my stupid foot. “Can
you slow down a little,
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Honey?” I ask my
wife.
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“I’m not very
strong, you know.”
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She retorts
immediately, the sun
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glinting off her
sunglasses,
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“I understand,
you’re a poet after all.”
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And I’m surprised at
her response,
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and think how after
my nine-hour dorsal
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lumbar spinal fusion
surgery, Dr. Magee
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looked down at me,
patted my arm and said,
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“My God, what a mess
it was back there.
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I don’t know how
you’ve managed to bear
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such pain all these
years.”
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