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Friday, February 6, 2026

Uly Poe Channels Pearl Buck ; or, Coming In On A Wang Lung And A Prayer

There'll dawn one day 
I'll not ignore, 
like none the world's 
e'er seen before. 
'Twill shake the world
unto its core: 
that day the Donald 
breathes no more. 

His mind will've slither'd 
'round the bend. 
No nightly nonsense tweets 
he'll send
nor longer will 
the Trump name trend 
as MAGAmundi
nears its end. 

The sun will rise 
in rose array. 
And I will rise
(as is my way)
to pray what ev'ry 
dawn I pray: 
"Today's the day...?
Today's the day!" 

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