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IT is election time
and the powers that be
paves the way to Tabon

gravel is hauled and poured
fitting the wider version of the road

everything is slippery during the rain
the farmer slides and his basket of fruits roll on the hill

after election time
the road shall be what it used to be
no one cares.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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