The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

3: Oh My Dear

Oh my dear
You wouldn't like it here right now
The elephants have taken over
And all your bleeding heart friends
Are running down the street crying
Donkeys everywhere
While Lar displays his mail from Bush
Proudly
And that little gray elephant you gave him
So long ago
Never mind
From where you sit
It's probably all a joke.

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