Strung like pearls on a waxed thread,
we sit in order of attendance,
soaking up the sun.
Come and dive at Daugie's spot,
the favorite high-tide rock
and Louise will always be there.
Net-swimmers don gear for speed -
we watch the daily ritual.
Spit on goggles, rubber caps slap,
not scared of big white's trap.
Quiz and question testing tension,
wisdom comes with age.
Gather 'round the elders sound,
this is where it happens.
On the catwalk.
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