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An Ode to November
By Isaac
M. Morehouse
I saw a man on a corner street, yelling out a name.
He told me, “Vote for this guy!”, I said, “They’re all the
same”.
He yelled, “This one’s different; he’ll give us what we need!”
“That’s what I’m afraid of”, I said and turned to leave.
The man yelled, “Wait! Stop! I still don’t understand”.
I said, “What I need ain’t the business of any other man”.
He hung his head and groaned, still clearly in the dark,
“You’re with the other party; they’ve surely missed the
mark!”
I said, “Sir, I don’t care too much for parties,
Freedom’s what I’m about.
Whether it’s in the bedroom or the boardroom
The only place for government is out.”
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