Drive the coat road.
A signature scrawled.
Bend beyond bend.
Chiseled melt of sand belt
Against soothing moving vast potion of ocean.
To drive, to see,
For, I am home.
My place to be.
Single lanes of dipping, slipping, Tarmac'd heat.
Overtaking, sliding, squeaking on leather seat.
This slick grey snake slinks
from north to south, south to north,
As sun slices and sinks beyond
the ebb and flow of expanse burst forth.
To drive, to see.
For, I am home.
My place to be.
My place to be.
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