Franklin in the valley of Foreboding

Wearily

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As I trudged across the empty savannah
I kept passing signposts, inscribed:
IT IS STILL 9 MILES TO FOREBODING
(but 9 miles back where I'd come from).

At last I knew: there were two Forebodings
each marked by a signpost to the other
and fools trudged to and fro between them
across the empty plains.

As I headed for a haven
a high place where the foxes watch,
I chanced to read on a paper hat
made from an old newspaper
the headline in faded print:
FRANKLIN FUCKED AGAIN.

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