on the eve of martin’s aniversary

things quickly got hot,

64f to be precise, and like that brand of mints, temperature fluctuates in stints.

lights were strung,

kids came from whitworth and hung,

components they dangled,

new housing was tangled,

and to charity we betroth,

the joyousness in unsought growth.

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