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*As in "Welcome to" and where "Gator Country"
means "Los Angeles"
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Gator Country: you had me at Tropic of Capricorn
You, with your blue moods
and 2500-mile stare,
when can i run my hands through the summer of your hair?
You are more precious to me than ice cream and cotton candy
at a Carolina fair.
You, with your pasta plate,
and poetic cites a-ready,
hungry, restless, 6:00 a.m., because these times are heady.
I can't wait to smash your plate and make you hot and sweaty.
Is it you, "love's chosen love"? (Mary Baker Eddy)
Some old poet
wouldn't you know it, said
"Tis is a consummation devoutly to be wished."
These hours past counted, forward interminably stretching,
Ain't it "Strange, how we suffer in spite of this"?
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