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Aug 2017
Coconuts and vines,
made technologically sublime,
can pick up radio signals, if assembled just so,
but never could build a microphone though.

So we could only listen from time to time,
even though I was in my intellectual prime,
perhaps I was distracted, by the girl next door,
or maybe it was the model, with beauty galore.
written for a Gilligan's Island contest
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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