In March Here In Fernandina Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

In March Here In Fernandina



slip the skip
wish i was pip
pip fantastic
a lovers elastic
trouble taste it
was a baste it
bubba
i case it

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fernanadina a.k.a ghost town
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