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  • Ode to Municipal Elections

    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

    I hope you like my poem. I felt like writing it to express my amazement at the latest road adjustments in Jounieh. Note that this is freestyle poetry so don’t judge the rhymes or syllables 😛

    Now for the true poetry, here’s Ella Fitzgerald singing ‘Ev’ry time we say goodbye!’ Have a beautiful week! 🙂

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