Iron scrollwork, ironed schoolkids,

Holey roads, holy robes

Of white on acolytes.

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Young pioneers plant verdant crowns on stately shells,

Shade older ones who stack their fates on savory plates

Of ropa vieja served with seasoned grace.

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Jazzed-up murals, tired slogans,

Forts from bitter battles past with brittle casts

Of walled-up ancient creatures.

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Passions play in voice and song,

Long neon cars and ancient stars

Of son and rumba ramble on.

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Rum by night and Cristal days.

Crystal ocean sprays and streams the Malecón.

Children kick and play and dream

Of glory on the plazas.