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Tropical Island

A tropical island I went ashore early It was dawn Walked up a hill That was impossible green And snakes I man sliced open a coconut I drank its sweet Fulfilling nectar I saw the ship old as a whore Misused by too many I had nowhere to run This was an island Walked down the hill The sea was crystal clear Fins of sharks Perfection had to wait A man sells coconuts By the wayside and A green hill that is Poisonous And has too many snakes.

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