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THE ISLAND OF ST. CLAIRE:
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Marcus Williams |
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"The Empire ended when the sunset gun Went off, the flag came down, the troops went home. Although it didn't last as long as Rome, Three centuries, these days, is quite a run. Our former overlords are having fun Down on the beaches, and they also have Investments still. While nobody's a slave, They're used to service for their money, mon. This island needs hard currency, you know. True independence? Something we can't afford As yet. Development is pretty slow. They say the pound is mightier than the sword. The dollar too. With nowhere else to go, We have to serve, obedient and bored."
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Dave MacLachlan "This is my third vacation in St. Claire. Believe me, you don't want to be in Toronto Over the Christmas holidays: you want to Escape, and those who can, take to the air. When I look down and see Mount Soufrière Beneath me, raising up its rocky head On shoulders that are thickly forested, No sight on earth, I think, could be more fair. The people here are friendly too--my God! After the sour faces that you see Back home! It isn't really very odd That St. Claire is the place I'd rather be. I swear, some day, after I've made a wad, I'll quit: then it's the island life for me!"
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Michael Rodriguez "The airport? Let me help you with those cases. You liked St. Claire? It's beautiful but shabby. Surprised to get an educated cabby? I used to be a teacher, I've been places. We need a revolution. The disgrace is, The Yanks would call their president a wimp And, just to prove to them his dick's not limp, He'd send in the Marines with blackened faces. I lost my teaching post over Granada For questioning exactly by what right The U.S. intervened. My bosses had a Fit, then they sacked me. But I'm sitting tight. This is my home, the isla coronada, Crowned island, Spaniards called it. When's your flight?" |
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