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Taupiri

I am at Taupiri Bay, on the spot, here --
where surfers bob, grass bristles and

my friends the lovers kiss. We get charged
$2.00 for beach access. I want to flash

my manaia and shout 'tangata whenua -- what's
going on here? make way!' but we still pay

a buck in fifty cent pieces in the honesty
box. Round the corner, as we drive over

the hill, the next beach is free, which
pisses us off, and we swim there too. Every meal

is brown bread honeycomb ham cheese water
runny butter lying on your back your side

or backside then watching him swim in his
underwear or run in his underwear along the beach.