It is spring in Florida.
I pack my bags and digital,
flock south with a flight full
of tourists.
Tampa, Florida glows in the sun.
I didn't know what I would find,
a survivor of North Dakota's
six months of cold, wind, and snow.
I forgot what sun could do,
sparkling off a body
laying on bright sand.
Now I know I am not
young or as built
as most party boys
stumbling through Tampa today,
but a smiling girl is
walking my way,
so in Florida
I will stay!
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