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The Fallen

The Lost Property Window

Rhymings of a Disintegrating Mind

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Knock, knock, knock; another fine nail
And soon the building’s done
For those with cash and time to spare
A home in Avalon.
3,000 miles from Camelot
Would Guinevere approve?
Of sand dunes and a boardwalk
I'm sure she would be moved.

A place of peace and quiet
Where life meanders by
And police cars, like the seagulls
Just cruise along with pride
Surrounded by the ocean
This isle of gracious homes
Invites you in to stay awhile
Without the need for phones
With winter comes the ghost town
Broad streets devoid of cars
Abandoned homes left lonely
Shops empty, locked and barred
But still there is a heartbeat
Behind the odd closed door
Supplies galore! Atlantic City!
There to help the bored

From Mayday flags are flying
The returning throng insane
It's sardine time - for cars, that is
And maintenance is a pain
Have a pass; you're on the beach
Who cares about the shade?
Then on perhaps to crazy golf
Before you roller-blade
Why not struggle through a workout
Before it starts to bake?
And don't forget Stone Harbour
With movies, stores and cake
There be dolphins in the ocean
To help you feel at ease
Then when the day is over
Tempting restaurants sure to please

The folks are mixed and varied
But quite a pleasant team
Sometimes you meet a film star
Sometimes a guy from Queens
On 13th Street, a couple lives
Who really make me smile
They are my friends, and like their home
Yes, ‘Cooler by a Mile’
Avalon, chameleon, two words that seem to me
Like Rogers  and Astaire
A place of teasing contrasts
So much passion and such fairs
There are ‘castles’  by the dozen
Stylish mansions and a fort
From the modest to the oddest
Out of dreams, they can be wrought

The weather is a blessing
Although fickle like a bride
With sunny days and balmy nights
Then rain and flooding tides
You wake up in the morning
And whoops! The sand’s all gone
‘Don't panic,’ cry the locals
‘We'll just pump it all back on’
life’s like that...
Avalon, on the Jersey shore, overlooking the wild Atlantic and a favourite for American holiday makers from cities nearby. Read Avalon, New Jersey and take a trip down there with us now...