Bay of Pigs Encore


The Cuban migration commences
Refugees floating ashore;
Floridians mount their defenses,
With weapons unweilded before.

Radiation transmitters are mustered
Incinerate Castro the goal!
Too many times has he blustered,
His ashes now swirl, as waves roll.

SunMart parking lot, Silver Spring Blvd.
Ocala, Florida, 3:00 a.m., 09-03-94

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