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It was the longest trek my feet had ever ventured on flip-flop foot, but the travel sized bottle of brandy kept my senses sharp and my ears peeled. Busy day at the beach, what with all the tourists and rollerbladers cutting paths through this shore town like it were a frog being dissected in Biology class. I puffed at a long-stemmed cigarette and thought about what boardwalk game I would play first when I arrived on scene.

Craving poetry?

Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive 🌙 , roll the windows down 🚗 , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎵 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

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