Fish tacos at Rubio's outdoors
Because it's 72 degrees in winter
And the world is out of joint
And apparently spring can't wait
To tear open its Christmas presents
Yes just what it wanted
One clear warm day with you
With rice and beans and avocado
Not a cloud in the sky while you
Regale me with schadenfreude
And the on-going apocalypse
Dressing dripping from you lobster taco
None of your licked fingers lost to me
Nothing spring hasn't already tasted
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