After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
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After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.
Final dinner at
Duggan’s Reef. Whiskey lobster
and desserts delight.
Through the rainforest.
Lunch at Rhythms Rainbow Beach,
then Carambola.
Lazy day, lazy
night. Dinner at seven with
turkey and plantains.
Nut brown ale. Oatmeal
stout. Bayside, we eat gumbo,
salads, tan through lunch.
Cheeseburger joint with
singer grateful for applause.
Relaxed crowd, staff slow.
Green flash at Sunset
Grill on Sprat Hall Beach. Then dined
in lush tropic style.
At Schooner Bay, iced
tea – 60 cents at Big Lots –
is nearly three bucks.
Island band’s Christmas
tunes with a reggae twist our
dinner serenade.