
I remember all those doves
That were around when
I was a young boy
When Tab and tuna
Might as well have been
Champagne and caviar.
Then came the cold spell.
There’s no way
To explain it.
It didn’t happen
All at once.
It’s not even
A mere weather problem.
The problem is that
Nothing ever satisfies
Now that the doves
Are gone.

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