Starting Over South of Here
I spent the morning looking for a placeTo live in Mexico. I'm told it's always
Sunny there, and food is cheap. The
Ocean's pretty. I still know a little
Spanish. I'm sure I could pick up
More while moving through the market
Stalls, and in the night from my TV.
I'd watch the sun set from my
Terrace, somewhat lonely, I
Suppose, but glad to be away
From here and her.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-11-18 at 19:40
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