The swamp is a place where building are adorned with styrofoam molding that birds love to peck at.
But it is also a place that beats to a different drummer, afro-cuban that is.
The swamp is a place that blisters in the blasting heat of mid-day in mid-town.
The swamp is a place where foreclosures are as common as formica swindlers.
But it is also a place with miles of smiles and plenty of cool drinks by the pool.
The swamp is not just for zombie cannibals and crashing into buildings.
It is also a place where the music and its people are always ready to roller skate the rumba.
The swamp is a place oblivious to fact.
But it is also a place where comfort is available take-home by the truck-load.
The swamp is most certainly a place for observing the bizzarre.
But it is also a place where one can have fun with lizards.
The swamp is a place where you can ride off into the sunset.
And it is a place where folk melt into the joy of everyday life.
And little girls can dream of being mermaids.
The swamp is a place where we can still find a desolate pristine beach to idle away the hours.