Crape myrtles in flower, white, violet and pink ---
cicadas rubbing their feet in summer's pledge of allegiance
to the flag and empire for which they stand (till it freezes.)
Paradise lost, the Gulf covered with oil.
At least, it's birth control for the mosquitoes.
Blame it on the misfit couple
who conceived us; she voluptuous,
he an ape,
both duped by a fallen angel,
a player of harp, worm of a snake,
plainly no good, absolutely evil.
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