Cuban Missile –

This is all wrong
Carmen Miranda’s fruit hat repertoire, lost at sea
She surfaced from crab’s rock-pool, playing the lead, the short of breath animal-mammal
She was Cuban Art, Cubist by Art, suffered third-degree career burns
Tied to Fidelio Castro for a launch by torchlight, soon surfing wave-tops to a blue and yellow Florida, and she made it, in heels, got a job and one hour’s free time for water rituals, peace upon peace
Wrong again

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