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-A few of my colleagues defected from Canton, Ohio.
-They gave me reports of her.
-These swell tales set my mind adrift.
-So I blueprinted plans for a quest to obtain her.
-Ya see me being an Aquarius gave me a sign that we were destined.
-I joined a caravan that channeled straight to her.
-Twelve hours later we were at the cusp our encounter.
-With gritrock at my feet I stood in silence.
-Awestruck by her beauty.
-Hypnotized by her wave.
-But it was high noon & I was forced to share her.
-Mentally I devised a scheme for a moonlit rendezvous.
-Upon nightfall I returned.
-With a MP3 Player that roared “On the Ocean†by K-Jon.
-To set the aura.
-A lunar reflection off of her had me reflecting.
-On the stress that comes with being a Cantonian.
-And how being in her presence annulled it.
-I removed certain linens preparing to enter into her.
-The warmth of wetness had me sinking more & more in love with her.
-Aquarius’ are known for their spontaneity.
-So I instantly let her tide whirlpool me into passionate state of tranquility.
-Felicity,
-Submerge me.
-Engulf me.
-And for the umpteenth time I had fallen in love.
-Her name?
-Atlantic Ocean.
