up on hills of coconut grove
where clouds kisses groove
sweet voices of birds abound
nice people till those ground
sunrise to sunset for living
hoping, praying rain coming
sunday comes a rest day
they trek downhill to sea
watch waves come and go
spend time unwinding thru
with food basket for feast
happy hour it's always best
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