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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

With Apologies to Mr. Gershwin

Summertime, and the breathin' is wheezy,
Trees are blazin', smoke's risin' high
Manton's burning, and Shingletown too
Hush little breather, don't you die
 
Is that the sun? And where are the stars?
Skies are brown, and so are our lungs
 
A lightnin' strike, or a broken tailpipe,
Careless campers, dropped cigarettes
Hush little cougher, don't you die

 Ben Mielke
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