I would swim in a warm tropical ocean
while the dangerous fish were away.
My eyes open under water
the curious observing the curious.
The sun would warm my skin and I would
never become fatigued.
When the time came I would float on my back to shore
I would then devour a corned beef sandwich and potato chips.
All this after an exciting hot-air balloon ride
unaffected by vertigo. Where I even dangled my feet off the edge
in the late summer air.
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