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Ross Murray's Border Report
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Ross Murray
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is a freelance writer living in Stanstead, Quebec. You can reach him at rossgrantmurray@gmail.com
Posted 0531.18
Stanstead, Quebec

ROSS MURRAY

Song for Municipal Workers

There are potholes aplenty just outside my house,
Some big as a manhole, some small as a mouse,
One shaped like the head of my dear cousin Klaus.
They came by to patch them last week.

By "them" I mean every third hole, it would seem,
For many weren't patched by the hole-patching team,
Perhaps due to some diabolical scheme
To make my car's shocks bang and creak.

Were they called away super-quick, called away fast
To patch up a leak in some iron pipe (cast),
Some logical reason this job was half-assed?
Lord, give me the answers I seek.

Why is one half-filled, the other half not?
Is shortage in asphalt some evil world plot?
Should they not have been filling at all but got caught?
Perhaps they had patched past their peak.

There are potholes aplenty still there on my street,
All pockmarked and crumbled, not looking so neat.
Perhaps they'll return and this process repeat;
If they don't fill them all, I will freak.

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