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the last resort

3 hundred million years ago thyr was plenty of life hyroono pepl
ooooooooooooplants n animals oono houses oomaybe the ugly mug
the oceans were drunk wid 1 another but loved this placeoothyr r still
no pepl in cape may in the winter of 03 oo maybe 5 oowe meet on the
way to acme n bow oothe indians walked hyr wid thyr families n ponies
conventions n great fires miniature golf n outdoor restaurants
they gambolled wid the whales oo they blessed the lobster n turkey
they grew watermelons n oranges whyr the jetties push out
thyr kids played wid possum n skunk ooshamans swam wid the dolphin
this was always a holy place oothey called it the last resort
the geese call it wawa oon ever since victoria stretched out in the
meadow n laid down the town u get an italian shortie 24 hrs
out riding at night is a sensitive gang of skateboarders
who spray large black x’s on the unnatural pink homes n shops
inspired by the pines n the waves n the queen herself
they protect a magnificent breakfast on the last inches of new jersey
pink in the sunsets in the flowers oothe mayors sleep in fudge
n communicate wid t shirts a raccoon sleeps in my birch tree
1 spiritual father rocks the architecture of stars wid his voice
many children come hyr to b married on the beaches by him
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo god is everywhyr about
let the actors n musicians play oob careful of your investments
lincoln calmed his headaches hyr oojefferson n franklin still surf
the northeasters these happy tearful houses that talk all day
this ordinary settlement of polar bears n kangaroos
this glorious cathedral of gingerbread n ocean n birds
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo if not cape may whyr else

wCs

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