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Change and Entropy by Frizzy J

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Bitter January sprinkles

Pepper salt-speckled sidewalks

In Illinois this year.

“The times they are a-changing”

Said the man Bob Dylan,

But he is dead and gone now

And that was decades ago.

So when we celebrate our April snow showers

And June Monsoons

Remember, it will get worse.

Because the only thing static

Is Death, and his subjects.

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