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Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Days of Citrus

     One 
wonder if anyone living remembers the day
     that the 
Sons of September spent giving pink lemons away.
     'Midst a 
rumbling of voices, they sit, ur-obsess'd with dull knives.
     Though a 
rum thing, some boys may recall this the rest of their lives.
     What is 
more, live there any who haven't forgotten those times
     when the 
Daughters of August disposed of core-rotten Key limes...?
     Since their 
day, the demand for potassium citrate has dropp'd.
     (As for 
pink lemonade...? Drinking that has, effectively, stopp'd.)

Christmas Day: A Mare Egg...

     "A Mare Egg, Her Wrist, "Miss Two 'U'"