I remember when I used to go to Florida.
The way the warm, crisp air used to smell like summer
And how the nice clear pool water would smell like paradise.
I remember the buffalo wings with just the right amount of buffalo sauce on it
Like your taste buds went on a on a roller coaster, just the right speed for the perfect ride
The pool's touch cooling your body on a hot summer day
It's touch is an ice cube on a hot stove
I remember the Tiki island cabanas
How the waiters served ice cold Pina Coladas in our private cabana
Each time I recall this memory, I long for the big pool at the resort
Feeling the water crinkling in my toes
Loving and missing the lovely feel of a warm Florida day
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