A much-needed saltwater break
In a setting you can't fake
The waves roll
Recharging the soul
Healing in the wake
Like grunts in a cave
The ignoramus does rant and rave
No ideas or thoughts on how
Is this who we are now?
Or is there something left to save?
'The Fins have been the pits
Playing like they have the shits
Improvement's on the way
But I just have to say
'Tis a joy to watch Ryan Fitz
Up and to the left it winded
Sickness and helplessness it binded
It sees no party lines
Or logic landmines
'Rona preys on the weak-minded
Crispness in hints
And nip-in-the-air stints
It's just a tinge
No pumpkin spice binge
But enough to give hope imprints
Last time ...
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