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Langerado was a gas.
Music festivals should

be held in the Everglades

deep in Seminole Country.

Of course, like most festivals

it featured a single road entry

and massive congestion.

People were getting out of cars

and walking alongside the road.

There was a swampy stream

running along side the road.

We were hearing snorting

and oinking sounds

emanating from the stream.

Some hippies pondered

if there were pigs down there.

“Go down and check it out”

I felt like saying;

Visions of gators chomping hippies

dancing in my head.

I felt sorry for the gators.

This is the gator’s home

& now some crispy hippies

are peeing in the bushes.

The poor gator is probably

getting home from a hard day’s work

and just wants to crack open a beer

and read the newspaper

but finds a hippie infestation.

I didn’t get to see

any gators making hippie stew

so I patiently bided my time

waiting to get in to the festival.

The line of cars

was barely moving at all

but I had plenty of beer.