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A Real Florida Blessing

Bless this house, oh Lord, how we cry

For our panthers, clean air and disappearing shore line.

Before they found us we lived good lives

Now it's clogged roads, higher taxes, condos and crime.

Bless behind the walls where we old folks hide

While thousands of tourists march in time.

Bless our yard where armadillas pass

Leaving huge holes in the bright green grass.

Bless the spare bedrooms, a home to please

Family at Christmas to rest and read.

Bless the da**d love bugs, two by two,

50 years of work and we still see you.

Millions of creatures that fly or bike,

In FLORIDA, Lord, they're all alike!

Misplaced values defining the South

Tiresome discussions, bigger mouths.

Arguing over who is Southern and who is not

If they really were they'd lose the snot.

But this is home, Lord and here we'll stay

But we'd be grateful
for some snob-busting spray.

By Ada Lee Bryan