As the Sun Went Down
On hot summer days, I’d have a slice of mango, as a Spanish girl did the Alphabet tango.
As the Sun Went Down There wasn’t much back in my space, just a radio and a beat up suitcase. I remember the docks at the last of June, a bag of bodega beer after a long afternoon. At the end of the day at the edge of town, there was the river breeze as the sun went down. On hot summer days, I’d have a slice of mango, as a Spanish girl did the Al…
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