The welcome party’s out in style,
It wags its tail, it beams a smile;
The cabs lined up are set to go,
Resplendent as in a 1950’s pageant show.
The air is warm, the palm trees sway,
For Old Havana airport, it’s just another day.
The road to town is just a blur,
Of sights and sounds and images that stir,
Of little...
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