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Vodka breakfast saw the sun
long before the bay's wild water
twinkled in the long hot wind
rolling thin salt up the hill.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2012-07-19 at 12:29
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Morning at the favela
Vodka breakfast saw the sun
long before the bay's wild water
twinkled in the long hot wind
rolling thin salt up the hill.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2012-07-19 at 12:29
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