SPAM ON THE BEACH: A Love Story

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O summer air so thick and juicy
rattling around my lungs like some kind of wet bat,
My heart sings with every moist breath.
I wuv you Florida.

An Ode by Will Harrell

I’m in Sarasota in a motel.
Roaches, No shower and a kick ass pool area.
Bar connected to the hotel. Bartender is Dave. Everyone seems happy.

Tan coming in.

Will

4 thoughts on “SPAM ON THE BEACH: A Love Story”

  1. oh sexy man so tempting
    making me think of naughty stuff
    yer so hip you cant see above yer pelvis
    i miss you so baid!!! dizzamn!

    off the commode by cemego

    i’m in philly.
    gladys is fat
    bar is full of retards. everyone is gettin by

  2. Ya’ll need to learn the rules for a huiku.
    5 syllables, 7, then five. plus there is some shit that you gotta add about nature(which i think you actually have)

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