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Election Pantoum

We are the change we seek.
The world is ugly,
the streets are empty
and the people are sad.

The world is ugly,
no leaves hang from winter trees,
and the people are sad;
they can’t afford health insurance.

No leaves hang from winter trees
in these trying times
when they can’t afford health insurance
and stay up all night coughing dust.

In these trying times,
The dog grows old,
stays up all night coughing dust
and hobbles around all day.

The dog is getting old
and the people are sad.
They hobble around all day
seeking change.

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