Upon the boardwalk, summer in full blaze,
Where laughter swirls with sea salt in the air,
We chase the sun through neon-colored haze
And find our joy in simple, spiced affair.
A Coney dog, its chili rich and deep,
With mustard streaks and onions finely diced.
No banquet ever stirred the soul so steep,
No royal dish so perfectly sufficed.
Each bite, a bite of freedom, grease, and glee,
A taste of youth with ketchup on the side.
The ocean roars its ancient melody,
As kites like wishes on the breezes ride.
Here, joy is wrapped in paper, warm and wide,
A Coney dog, and time’s sweet pause beside.
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