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The Isle (Of Palms)
She lays in the sand
 Her face underground.
 Her brother's a band
 Yet he makes not one sound.
 
 He remembers she said
 "Be quiet and still."
 He won't be punished instead,
 So oh yes, he will.
 
 Across from the two
 Lie a couple in wait,
 For a baby named Lou
 With a diagnosis they hate.
 
 Lou's mother found out
 With her husband close and near
 That there was a doubt
 That Lou's birth would be clear.
 
 An old woman walks past,
 Bathing suit dripping wet.
 She thought her marriage would last,
 But she was treated as a pet.
 
 Her husband came by
 Every night after three.
 Filled up with his lies,
 She said "good luck without me."
 
 She walks past  a little boy
 Who's more red than beige
 He's building sandcastles with his toy,
 A shovel just about his age.
 
 He wants to build high
 and support, so it won't fall-
 To show his parents in the sky 
 That he's still theirs, after all.
 
 He looks up at a girl
 Who he finds quite cute
 Her eyes are a whirl
 And her mouth is quite mute.
 
 She gave up speech
 After seeing an accident at six.
 She remembers the leech;
 Blood and bugs don't truly mix.
 
 Her father is there, weak,
 Holding a dent in his ear.
 His daughter can't speak
 And he himself cannot hear.
 
 He was born that way.
 He couldn't hear his daughter's cries
 When she was in the bay,
 Surrounded by mud pies.
 
 A fish now darts
 From a man who was told
 From Harvard that he had the smarts
 But he was far too old.
 
 The man now lives his waking moments
 Being called a basket case.
 Holds his disappointment, laments
 His once better place.
 
 A Harvard grad is on the shells
 A four-point-oh in pre-law.
 In his mind are the graduation bells
 Of the promotion he just saw.
 
 His daughter is done with junior high
 But his son's only five.
 Both can buy what they want to buy-
 A perk of being rich and alive.
 
 A woman here knows how great
 And happy life should be:
 One afternoon, a bit late
 For an event, she was carefree.
 
 With her daughter she drove
 When a tornado hit.
 The danger above in the grove
 Made the sparkle in her daughter's eyes unlit.
 
 A girl by the dock knows the opposite pain
 She saw her mother die alone
 Surrounded by strange men's gain
 And their frustrated tone.
 
 The girl promised herself that
 She'd never turn out like her mom.
 But her scratches aren't from her cat-
 Rather, her boyfriend, Dom.
 
 Hundreds of people crowd on the isle
 Splashing or building or sending out shrills.
 While they try to forget their life for awhile,
 The world goes on still.

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