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No Regrets/No Sweat

Surfing the Waves Life Sprayed Out the Hose


Colombo. Surf during monsoons

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To make the mud even thicker,

the rain never cease to fall.

Boots aren’t meant for monsoons at all,

stopping you from sprinting with the flicker.

 

You walking away from fears,

it was in the manual, they swear.

To go against the grain, you’d see the flare,

it would reel you out of a pool of jeers.

 

The climax between dark and shine,

it takes time, but is guaranteed.

To the rescue, hear and heed,

with a jacket and a glass of wine.

 

To the rescue with humble steed,

won’t think twice before burning time.

Clear your face from the mud and grime,

To the rescue and for you they’ll feed.

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