We sat befuddled and bemused
At news too curious to ignore,
Wondering what great misfortune
Dropped its' shadow at our door.
It seems there's always something
Brewing, stewing, simmering.
It comes in pairs or sometimes threes,
At times full-circling.
So, here we sit, our minds agog,
Backed firm against the wall,
Braced and ready, waiting for
The other shoe to fall.
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