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Caribbean Winter Beach
Plantains don’t peel right here, The skin doesn’t just slip off With a casual insertion of The finger between the meat and peel, So my tostones look a little funny
Plantains never ripen right here either To where they turn a deep yellow And fry up soft and sticky sweet As maduros
I crave pineapples, mangos, papayas, Bananas of all colors, shapes, and sizes, Deliciously…
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