This Place

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.

But it is also a place of huckleberry joys for adventuring boys.

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.

It is a place where one can find fruit and veggies for a fraction of the price at Publix.

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.

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