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Post by johnalsop on Mar 3, 2008 8:06:30 GMT -5
Forget about indoor rowing, I know where I am going. Just counting down the days here to when I bust out of my personal glacier. I'm heading South!
to sunburnt asphalt parking lots, national sink trap, dream dumpster pentacostal purgatorium an air conditioned paradise set about with palm trees, peanut stands, fire ants and topless truck stops. Vasectomy reversal! the billboards shriek, and the 13 foot gator waits at exit 352 by the Don Garlits Drag Museum.
Yes, I'm heading down ninety five-o gonna find me Terry Schiavo whose resurrection is long overdue.
One would never know that behind the strip malls rivers flow Withlacoochee, Weeki Wachee Okwahalla, Rainbow where once the vanished seminole watched alligators roll and gathered turtles stacked high and low.
the alligators wink torpidly as our paddles whisper by do the spirits still linger in the cypress swamps? Osceola, are you watching? or just waiting? Cheers JA --
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