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Coming into the Hermit’s library

Wife

Said

“I cannot take it any longer”

“I need to dust this place”

Armed

With a box full of dusters

We cleaned a few shelves of books

Then

She

 Started sneezing

And

Needed to take a break

Saved

By an allergy attack

Until

Next time

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The flourishing 90’s

The good life

Would not end soon

Dollars

Scooped up with a gigantic dustpan and broom

Swinging back and forth

Moving mountains of hay with a pitchfork

Shifting sand

Globalization

Moved across the land

Jobs have disappeared

Elites

Now offer peasants

Handkerchiefs

To wipe away the tears