Twas the night before Indy;
And all through the state
Not a vote was discounted,
Not a vote was too late.
The candidates were seen
With smiles that seemed thin,
In hopes that their rhetoric
Would bring the votes in.
Obama or Clinton,
Who will it be?
The working man’s vote
Could decide destiny
Yet, will it decide
The race that’s still on?
For when Indy’s over
And the battle is won,
The winner is still
Just short of the prize,
Which means that all eyes
Will be mesmerized
On to Nebraska,
West VA and more
Until the route’s run.
I, for one, can’t endure.
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