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There was an uproar many years ago
O’er Florida, about a suicide.
For days, e’en weeks, the news did overflow,
And was the focus, like all weddings – bride.
The death of one poor soul is tragic, sure,
But this did all the nation fascinate.
We wondered: how much more can we endure –
The days, the hordes sent to investigate.
We stirred into a swarm of frenzied bees;
It split us into halves – some mad, rest glad,
And etched a phrase into our memories
Of one who died, and how – the hanging Chad.
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.
The Bard on the Hill 