An ode to one fine day

The garden still grew.

.

"The final nice day!"

Huffed the runners (no shirts!)

And in the soft breeze

Women clung to their skirts.

.

No day to be grousing

That politics stink

Or worry the nation

Was ready to sink.

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One day very soon

We could quiver in fear

That Romney and Biden

Would rule us next year

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Or fret for the future

(Things real and absurd)

And argue the wishes

CHICAGO

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