Highway 90 hugging the Gulf,
the tacky glory of Biloxi Beach
brings it all back...
A marriage of necessity,
no honeymoon.
That's what we did.
Angled roofs and odd architecture,
mix-ups, confusion,
laughingly ineffective.
A vicious, violent pageantry
seen through a smudgy, dusty window
defines our history.
Up ahead, I see the pearly gates.
I've got 95 cents to spare.
Oh, how I wish.
This was created by randomly picking lines from previous pieces of writing and tweaking as needed!
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