Happy Meal Beach Dreams

In the midst of a deep slumber I stood
on an endless beach made of brown plastic
Cold and unbending beneath my toes
Its texture made me think
Of slides at McDonalds
And the taste of sweet onion and ketchup
Skipped across my palate
 
I stood in a daze
Wind in my hair-as the wind should be
In this stereotypical beach scene
And I am dressed [...]

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