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Jute days

and in the afternoons
the boys would come
down off the ships
wheeling wagons
heaving so
while the whistling
from dark woman
along the docks
would mock them in
bright sun banter

jute days
far from the continent
shanty stories ho
rolling in the tavern
while the parrots
with majestic cacophony
regaled the banana loads
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Posted: May 20
About this poem:
collecting the fruit in Central America

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