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2021

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Say the new year

With me

We’ll be allowed to have

More expectations

By then

Except for the things that got

In the way

Of righteous living

All the ploys

In my land

In Washington

(no stimulus until I get my way;

hand him the derivative

fiddle while

Rome burns)

The groups that have socked

Billions

While those who live

Day by day struggle

To maintain

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There will be a

Reckoning,

Though we’ve got better

Living to do now

Maybe in November,

Starting

Maybe next year

For those still here

And breathing well, at last

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C L Couch

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Perros-Guirec, France

National Day Fireworks

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