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You never forget the very first home of your own.
Do you remember our first home
Bought from that gay couple
With a passion for cacti
And arctic white paint?
The miniature bedroom that
Barely held our oversized bed
The bathroom with no turning room
The skylight over the dining nook?
Do you remember the balcony
That put Hollywood at our feet?
Your feet on the wood rail
Your arms behind your head
Wearing that big straw hat
Your lips pursed to blow
Big bubbles of pure bliss?
Our climax view we shared
With only those German tourists
Whose bus always stopped
On the road above our cottage.
They dreamed over our Beachwood view
Wrote postcards with that dreamy view.
Do you remember our first home
Do you dream about our first home?
The one that opened out to a future
As vast as the city at our feet?
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