We'll all be there,
Of course. Each
Traveling from our respective
Corners of the state. Each
Bearing a covered dish
And folding chairs.
We'll cruise down the highway in our well oiled machines.
The drive will go smoothly for all
And we'll all arrive early.
We've all kept our bodies moving
And our minds keen.
We're all on top of the issues of the day
And have plenty to say.
Everything's in place.
It's all set. And,
As usual,
The unspoken question remains,
Who'll provide the joy?
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