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June 5, 2013

Oh, gloomy-hued sky
of sun so bereft!
What fate that I
would then take the first left!

Whilst the 1%’s grinding
but hasn’t yet won;
our assets they’re finding
Will they take our last $1?

Meanwhile, we’re green while
cool spring rain has pelted;
the grass out the ass
grew tall after snow melted.

Will it dither
or wither as I drive upon it?
Or arise and lay flat
festooned with yellow bonnet?

Hah! Spry dandelions perky
and testing their mettle
with things still a bit murky
to support the rose petal.

Slumber, oh cucumber!
We’ve got your number!