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netskyIam

from Miami, Florida
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Where  Summer  Spends  the  Winter
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and grips most places hard;
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not here, not now
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recalling from my palmy days
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when a navy mate of mine
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eyeballed all this tropical
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and cast away
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reality.
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It was Springtime,  '74,  our ship
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left its pier at Charleston
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for a shakedown cruise to Florida.
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We enjoyed the shore leaves here
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where Frank Prochasca fell in deep
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like with Royal Poinciana trees
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ablast with crimson blooms.
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"I want one for my backyard back in Charleston."
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So Frank bought
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a three-foot potted Royal P.
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He billeted this chlorophyll
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aboard the USS Orion.
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Frank stroked the treelet, as if flesh
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sunning with it
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atop the "A" deck.
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In four more days we disem-
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barked
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Beer and BBQ ensued
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in Frank Prochasca's yard
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at which time we all got potted
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and the Royal Poinciana
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un-
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Reid:    "It can't survive the winter here."
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Frank:  "It'll grow.  You'll see."
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Frank Pro...jected optimism
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toward every project he adapted.
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Frank was sure that he would have
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a dazzling blaze outside
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his head
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Reid:    "It'll freeze.   Before December.   I'm taking bets."
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Frank:  "No it won't.   Not ever.   Twenty dollars."
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The tree grew nicely
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through the Summer
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near fallen flowers reddened by
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the precedence of old Fort Sumter.
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Frank:  "I'll acclimate it to this town.
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It needs breaking-in to cold, is all."
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Cool turned on in time,  and then
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Frank commenced to sweat
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as the nighttimes spilled more frigid;
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he Visqueen-tarped his baby tree.
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It got colder yet.
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Frank cobbled up a wooden frame
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for dream-time wooly blanket tuck-ins.
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It  got colder yet.
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Frank shed light
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bulbs in the tent.
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The final night was dire
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soaking wet then frosty.
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Frank's crummy in-
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cubator caved and crushed
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the tree.
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I did not snag
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Frank's twenty bucks.
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Frank:  "It didn't freeze."
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Reid:    "Frankly, you had already killed it."
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14 Nov 06


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