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TAMPA, by                    
First Line: Low, rambling docks along tidewater ways
Last Line: The tinkling of a troubadour's guitar.
Subject(s): Florida; Guitars; Music & Musicians; Tampa Bay


Low, rambling docks along tidewater ways,
Delicious sunlight, spilling down the street
In shallow, golden pools; the fragrant, sweet
Perfume of oleanders, lazy days
Beneath old palms, are memories that blaze,
When through a northern blizzard's stormy sleet,
I seem to hear the warm gulf's pulsing beat,
And mocking birds, in madrigals of praise.
When like a full-blown rose the sun droops down,
In dreams, I see thee, glamorous port of call,
Thy sapphire sea and glorious evening star;
Within the Spanish quarter of the town,
In fancy, I can hear, behind a wall,
The tinkling of a troubadour's guitar.





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