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In The Rum Jungle
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Misc. Under a thatched roofed gazebo,
crowding pedestrians hide in shade.
It's the index stricken outer competition
of the hottest day in the Florida keys.
The bamboo hunting sticks
bare monofilament strings,
with ornamental hooks fastened,
to catch exotic rarities,
the ocean has to offer.
As the nightfall climbs,
the intensified drunken stupor.
A glimpse of serenity engulfs
that which you're use to.
And you begin to dance
with your frosted pina colada.
free, and without worry.
In the rum jungle.
