Well, the poems are all still there and we will have time to come back to them in the days ahead. Now that the Thermador of the Voting Weekend has passed, resolving in only a few, small, over-tired tantrums (the upside of a slow Deck celebration), let each of these lights, even the one about a puking hangover, burn at its true level on the prickly green tree.
G(g)od(ess) bless us one and all!
Rick
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