Friends, Romans is proud to present another installment of its exclusive series: Poetic Interludes:
ODE TO SMOG
Oh mighty smog,
I smite thee smog,
because you shatter
my sinuses
with your particulate matter.
Like a pick on ice.
HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA! HATCHA!
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It ain't the smog that got you nutsy cookoo like this...
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