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Ibiza

I beat ya

I punched ya

I lunched there;

Beer paunch here

Yacht launch here

Reality

Branched clear

Into sand.

Holes in dreams cast

Like a net fast,

White ship mast

Take me back to land.

 

Majorca

I thought her,

She slid here

Through grid clear

Dust to dust

Perpetual holiday.

I loved her,

You dubbed her

On your CD

On a black sea.

We’ve been there, see.

So experienced!

Feel the realm of sense

Like an angel in a play.

L.A.

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