In the small crawl space
just past the two kitchen hangars
where one pole is north face
and in the deep south is the other's
that place be called Monkeyland,
where fishes hop o'er clouds,
and cats and dogs walk hand in hand,
doves dive not flocks but crowds,
the Crab Fest is a spectacle,
a wonder to behold,
show ends, then the incredible,
the...
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