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Old man in rocking chair

Creaking on his patio.

Persnickety ,

Withered

Can’t stand the raucous youngins.

“¡Yá yá yá yá yáaaaaa,

Déjame tranquilo!”

Down in Florida,

Neighborhood streets 

Covered in swampy magic,

Spanish moss and air plants

Float about like fondest memories.