The Laureate-March

We all love March, it ushers in Spring.

The flora awake and robins sing.

React with warmth and brotherly love,

to share in the Earth’s awakening.

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The Laureate-The Awards

Some dare to use celebrity

to foist their will on you and me,

in fields of knowledge far astray

from coached debris that dons marquee.

{Just say thanks!}

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The Laureate-Allies

Regard your allies as your friends,

but closely watch as their world wends.

If neither harms fidelity

then neither need to make amends.

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The laureate-Sunset 22317

Each eve the sun displays on clouds,

Nature's, and your, tug-of-war.

It limns to you that which you faced,

but dare not tell what is in store.

(As rose morphs gray, prepare therefore.)

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The Laureate-Taxes

I floundered through my income tax...

where pols have burdened all that wax,

where liars only meet the gauge

the Long Form has with pitfalls staged.

For Limits and Exclusions make

the Short Form that most voters take.

I say, this day, I've had my fill...

our every vote accomplished nil.

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The Laureate-Birthright?

Years ago, pols passed a law...

as usual without our aye.

They said a child born past our fence

was now, as we, who earned our stay.

Now his parents state it's fair

the family was vetted too,

when voters never had a voice

in child, or perps, had that as due.

Eleven million people now

have made it past our fence.

They all now stay and have their say

with every known pretense.

When our pols enact vague laws

we should replace them without pause.

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The Laureate-Politicians!

Take care when you try to impress.

State only that you can prove true,

for deeds that you may falsely dress,

when bared reveal defects in you.

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