ADDRESSING THE NEW DEPRESSION

In  a  pinch,

We all could find a hall

                for a fundraiser.

It all could turn into

                a  barn  burner.

That soiree’  should swing away

                 ’till  Saturday.

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In  the  pink,

A couple of us  must  couple up,

Go bundled up to a bungalow,

Lay low  for a day,  Go try poetry,

Begin a big dream,

(White  caps,  Tree tops)

Then sleep in.

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