From Cherry Grove we trotted back by beach.
In Twenty’lven plankton took the shore
Illuminating every step we’d reach,
Not knowing light had knocked on heavens door.
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Adrift on Fire Island, memories lie.
We drifted Cherry Grove on Mondays rest.
Our nights-off Bar Tend: Low Tea, Middle, High,
To see Shaquita, Drag Queen, work her Set.
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Our Boys exhausted, entert…
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