On Monday morn, the early bird fights,
With sunrise hues at Boscombe Pier’s heights.
Two of us fly on a surfski’s glide,
Friends swim from shore to yellow buoy’s side.
Stroke by stroke, puddle by puddle,
Cruising the calm sea, clear as a bubble.
The sun shines bright, the sea is glass,
A spectacular start, watching time pass.
We embrace the week, spirits so free,
With a blue-minded heart by the tranquil sea.
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