Emerald Coast Blues
When she robbed the Cradle of Naval Aviation,
she hit The Upside of Florida on its head,
backtracking her downward spiral through
the Western Gate of the Sunshine State–
but not without checking out
the World’s Whitest Beaches,
which, in her depraved mind,
had meant something else entirely.
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