the fourth in coronado

these people here don’t want to leavechildren in the bay fingers plumplike spring sweet plumssmiles pulled tightlyfrom a day sunned their parentspruning crowsfeetsquashing tales of agewith giddy rum chuckleson gingham tableclothturned blankets the navy blows up a bargeeveryone but the veterans cheerswigging their pacificos eyes aimedat the bottoms of the bottles

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