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In Miami

I went to Miami to find the beach
The beach was sandy and warm
It tasted like rye whiskey
Smooth and hard to forget

I went to New York to find a vacant bench 
But there were too many bums who’d made 
Them their homes

I went to church to pay for my sins
And to search for meaning; but all I
Found were bad priests

I went to China to find communism
But the streets were too busy with
Mercedes’s to cross 

I went to the fridge to get milk but
It had turned; so I read Chaucer and 
drank tea from a saucer

Miami is the place to be.

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Catherine Labeau

Date: 9/21/2015 6:11:00 PM

you lying about the tea and a people buying lottery for luck, they give a dollar to the guy sleeping on the bench.

Viv Wigley

Date: 9/16/2015 12:29:00 AM

Ah, yes, Peter, Miami is one of my favourites. I was lucky enough to stay at the Waikiki Motel before it closed. A great piece of retro architecture. Fond memories. Nice write. regards, Viv

Miraj Raha

Date: 9/15/2015 11:22:00 AM

Ah yes,right you are.what the whole world cannot give Miami is the place which can offer everything in every flavor.I like reading your poems.