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Republicans Out of Power

The icy winter wind, howling, howling

Is Republicans out of power

How hard it blows!

’Til trees sway and groan

It strips their leaves

And whips them into frenzied whirling piles

With no real direction, full of angry rustle and rattle.

There is less light now, less hope, more noise

I pray for an early spring

Where new life is so apparent

That winter wind will be silenced

Or, better still, forced to find a voice

That builds instead of destroys.