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In Nicaragua, I love...
bathing in the ocean, not needing lotion, moving in slow motion
knowing my neighbors, opportunities for labors, no high profile fakers
rice and beans, living dreams, building things
pioneering a town, blasting my sound, dancing around
traveling faster by boat, never wearing a coat, walking with goats
bare feet, no need for meat, in the captain’s seat
full service gas, no freeway crash, an absence of flash
having a maid, cash is paid, others are afraid
jumping on a truck, meals for a buck, not having to pluck
everyone knows your name, love is the same, endless summer games
beach bon fires, stoked surf riders, kids aren’t criers
simple mind smiles, cheap ceramic tiles, no strip malls for miles
hitching a ride, living by the tide, fat melting from my side
outdoor showers, no looming towers, seldom found cowards
mango by the slice, overcoming strife, changing a life
creating a vibe, teaching a tribe, and feeling alive!
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C'est la vie. Moving on...
Max