A Sense of Panama

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I see the tropical colors
I smell the spicy baked beans
I hear the sassy beats of the Panamanian tunes,
I feel the fruits knocking me from the trees
I taste the crispy fresh fish,
I notice the dryness of my lips
And the want of a sweet Spanish kiss
But I stop to wonder and look,
Am I in Panama?
Or just imagining through a Panamanian book.





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