Montego Bay

In Jamaica
six hours

all
said and I'm sure

that years from now

all I will remember is

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was

struck with
the memory

of  the
time that I came out

of the shower and my

dad was playing

Super Mario 3 in my

room- he had gone

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mothers to get
the thing

the
day it came out

and had managed to

not mention it to

me and surprised

me.

 

It was a good

day.

 

I hadn't thought

of it in ages. But

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class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">There it was in a

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two

guys trying
to sell

me
weed.

 

It's like

a natural panacea,

this sort of memory.

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arid everyday
with nothing

but
love love love

and looking into the waves

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faces and my
hand curling

into yours and all the tide

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man can
stomach.