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Mosquito Beaters
 2016
by Franklin Price
1/102016

We gather each year, the  mosquitoes to beat
We come to this place our old friends to meet
To talk of good times, of the orange groves that grew,
Of the life we had then and the things that are new

To get sand in our feet, salt wind in our hair,
Reminisce of our youth when we hadn't a care
When we left our doors open; did not bother to lock
We did not have TV's or a digital clock

Trees lined the causeway and it was two lane
The bridges swung open, for the boats, what a pain
The  cars had to wait until they passed through
We shut off our engines. What else could we do?

We had to save gas. The high cost made us weep.
Eighteen cents a gallon was not very cheap
Made a dollar an hour at the old five and dime
To the drive-ins we went to have a good time

One had good burgers with an order of fries
The other had movies to entertain eyes
Stayed in the car when to them we would go
A  few still exist, but not here, that I know

The Space Center came and it was very soon
We sent rockets to space and a man to the moon
Built big tall bridges and four laned the roads
Got rid of the orange groves to make more abodes

Through these times came more people to retire or work
That this place has now changed is not really a quirk
So we meet and recall from our memory's log
When mosquito trucks sprayed and we ran through the fog

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