A poem to add closure to Beachtober
So the end of another epic month,
where all of us gathered in a bunch.
we huddled around, stomped our feet to the ground,
and we yelled fuck yeah’s way before lunch.
The seagulls were a flocking,
with beach bums in the life guard tower rocking,
a woman left her bra, this is who we are,
we we race we are clocking.
The sunrise welcomed of the sea,
making not one friend but three.
First I met John and then I met John
who knew there were so many John’s to be.
We finalized our sandy days,
these Friday morning butterflies aren’t a faze.
With sandy seal hugs and tasteful photo mugs
We will look back at Beachtober with craze.
DO GOOD LA!
DO YOUR HOMEWORK
BETTER THAN BEDTIME- Nov 8th, sometime around sunset into the night. Block the time on your calendars and seriously stay tuned for lots of info by Monday. Find your partners & groups so you can get going on your costumes*. Or rock your costume solo, JUST COME! — we already know you have the costume skills to throw down, well maybe. The theme is Black & White…Newspaper. You are amazing human beings and we cannot wait to run with you, socialize with you, and take over the world with you. The tribe is strong!
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