Brochures smelling of here and there
Letters once looked forward to
Now just perennial bills
For which I mourn with her
But in the afternoon
The hummingbird breaks strange news
Of another more peculiar world
Whose citizens and denizens
Live in a future of black and white
So evil is obvious and virtue plain
And finally everything makes sense
Though they still struggle to decide
That hummer-bird replied
When I was stupefied and mute
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