Vacation Poetry

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I’ve traded in the daily grind for skies of endless blue, 

With golden sand beneath my toes and nothing left to do. 

The sun is warm upon my face, the salt is in the air, 

I’m lost within this paradise without a single care. 

-Written by Gemini the Artificial Intelligence


Be back in a week or so.

-Ed


Comments

  1. Jeff December 26, 2025 at 8:28 AM

    Enjoy your vacation!

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  2. AnvilcloudDecember 26, 2025 at 9:34 AM

    For a second there, I thought you had gone skiing and that they were very long and coloured blue.

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  3. KellyDecember 26, 2025 at 11:19 AM

    Enjoy! I'm looking forward to hearing about it!

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  4. MargaretDecember 26, 2025 at 7:17 PM

    Enjoy your holidays! It sounds like Hawaii to me which is where most Washingtonians go for that kind of weather. Or Southern California.

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  5. LeighDecember 27, 2025 at 5:05 AM

    Sounds like a lovely reprieve from winter. :)

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  6. Honolulu AuntyDecember 27, 2025 at 5:16 PM

    Did you come to Hawaii?

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  7. Toirdhealbheach BeucailDecember 28, 2025 at 2:08 PM

    Have a great time Ed!

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  8. Far Side of FiftyDecember 29, 2025 at 11:28 AM

    Warm and salt air...Texas maybe or Florida at any rate Enjoy!

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