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Finally I own the beach king
It’s the mercadez-benz of beach chairs.
Years I’ve spent waiting,
but now it’s all mine.
It’s going high up on my list of infamous birthday presents
Right behind the “aren’t you hungry?” burger king tin
and the see-through rainbow beads for my closet door.
Now I’ll be the first one to admit
that I’m psycho when it comes to my birthday.
(Like my tenth when I was mowed the lawn,
crying hysterically and cursing.)
But it still makes me wonder if they know me at all?