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Nov 2020
Fruitless efforts left
Me bruised like a Georgia peach
So sweet nonetheless
The History: I woke today with strange bruises, from where I could not say. It is 2020 and the election results just changed in our neighbors to the North, Red to Blue. I am struggling internally, but it could be worse. I could be a politician full time.
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