AT THE LAZY FLAMINGO
At the Lazy Flamingo With pen in one hand And steamed gulf shrimp in the other On the Isle of Captiva Soft salty breeze blowing Words flowing My thoughts adrift On the waters of Mexico's Gulf Where will they go Who could know Maybe some far distant shore Or maybe they'll be caught In a fisher's net Only to wind up Back at the Lazy Flamingo As tomorrow's catch of the day Simona A. Brinson
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