Hampton's End
as the empty jackets sway
awaiting the days of thee inn
while the shore cries back
between the light houses
englishmen invites bagels
to dine the lobster screams
the claws are red
but not ready yet
while the taken
takes a stand alone
as the sable dance outback
behind the paisley gates
the dark drapes fall
over the last call
ah a spider
splashes in the final sip
of hot cider
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