Folded uniform…Old friends
Cactus hills…Home again
Feeling thirsty…Dry ‘round here
Go downtown…Bend an ear
Pull a five…Tell barkeep clear
“Excuse me”…I’d like a beer”
Barkeep stares…Grabs my Five
Slams it down…Man alive!
I demand…What’s wrong with fin?
“Not the fin, son…
It’s the skin… you’re in
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