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Saturday, September 25, 2021

An Eclipse of Moths (Past)

Free and fair elections...? 
They be mother’s milk to me.
(Drumpf be a behemoth
Drumpf would strangle ‘em, would he.)

What’s needed’s a bon mot hautain 
to brand the situation.
I fear “the mo’ the merrier” 
won't suit our conversation.

Pinpoint more...? I'd love to, 
but I’m otherwise employ’d.
(Perhaps you’d hear such gypsies 
from the mouth of Sigmund Freud.)

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