In Florida forests of our forefathers' day,
Hunters waited patiently for game.
In modern day Florida's deadbeat main-streets
Their counterparts lay in wait for the same
Between the wig shops and the dollar stores.
Ill-eyed cops setting up shop, cruising the park.
We see not much has changed but context,
Vernacular, date and name.
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