green-blue, green-blue

green-blue, green-blue

ain’t it just a gas?

white sand snowjob

is hotter than my ass

sandpaper palm tree

coconuts in hand

ceviche taco on my mind and

look—       it’s a mariachi band!

 
feed me sun and feed me fish

and let me drink your beer

don’t ask and don’t tell

your beautiful bliss

is

here

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About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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