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For grizzlies or for pandas
(In the U.S. or Uganda)
PR pens bestow …
Rudely rustic downers,
Dusted on pure flowers,
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Fresh-brewed, blood-ink flows.
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Spread to farms & burned-out cities,
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Leaving doom & midnight woes.
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As weak hearts start to flutter,
& old men blankly stutter,
Lost in bitter prose …
Whose auras are so epic,
They’re listed alphabetic,
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