c r o s s
c o n n e c t
p h i l i p 's s w i n g
T O M D E V A N E Y
from miniature miniature golf
I cannot accept miniature gold
And I refuse not to play,
Or let you stop me from playing.
The bonsai tree lives, the old Huffy bike,
My Citizen’s watch, this plasma screen.
I will not leave.
Here I am. The drawbridge is up
The gate is down. A genius kid
In seven states; ridiculed in the rest.
Oh Wildwood, New Jersey—
Oh Sea Side Heights—
Old Faithful Fountain of Youth!
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