It's cold at the north pole inside the igloos and I'm feeling true blue, but it's 91 degrees down south from shore to shore. I'm heading there on the express train to watch the turtles go into the warm water. I heard a lot of rebels are up in Daytona and recon rangers at fort lauderdale. Icon see the empire from miles and miles away while the outlaws loot the hurricane damaged towns. That's it for my poem. Stay tuned for more clues ahead. I'll be coming to a town near you.