Shimmering, a stupefying sight:
white skin, plus two pretty blue orbs, joined as one;
these words are done, simple & pure, so I think,
and composed in a rush, I know by the blinks,
but, they are true, tough, but true;
and you will wish to see the coast, dark to the waves,
like the west coast, with only love to save;
M, write this little initial in the sand,
and leave this silly little coast behind,
seek out brave, beautiful lands.
— Jackson Williams.