The sun
shone when you were born
For 12.39 hours. The high temperature
Was 87 degrees. That night the low
Was 71. There was a gibbous moon
Waning towards its vanishment.
Three macaques whod escaped
From the Parque Zoological Lofling
Had made it across the border
And decided to chance their luck
In the city called The Avila's Odalisque
(Macaques are all romantics)
They were moving in the shadows
On the Avenida el Rosario
Just when you gave your first cry
And, wishing you well, disappeared
Into a dim-lit bar. In those days
Anyone with a few pesos
Could buy all the drinks he wanted.
(Ice, though, would cost you extra.)
For 12.39 hours. The high temperature
Was 87 degrees. That night the low
Was 71. There was a gibbous moon
Waning towards its vanishment.
Three macaques whod escaped
From the Parque Zoological Lofling
Had made it across the border
And decided to chance their luck
In the city called The Avila's Odalisque
(Macaques are all romantics)
They were moving in the shadows
On the Avenida el Rosario
Just when you gave your first cry
And, wishing you well, disappeared
Into a dim-lit bar. In those days
Anyone with a few pesos
Could buy all the drinks he wanted.
(Ice, though, would cost you extra.)
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