She done defriended
me on Facebook and tweeted
me for the last time.

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Are we haunted? Must
we fear those who would corrupt
this town for their gain?

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Who we are as a
city comes not from who leads
but who does the work.

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A new day, a new
chance to clear out old tactics
and lift Birmingham.

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A crook stole more than
just the county’s wealth. He stole
our trust and goodwill.

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Any decor plans
beyond orange/black scheme, fake webs
and witches and ghosts?

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City of progress
or site of urban decay.
A mayor on trial.

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Love endures, despite
aches and despair and baggage
and fear and hardship.

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All eyes from the stands
and from living rooms were glued
to the final play.

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When it comes to doors —
elevator, revolving —
he has leverage.

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Among the bogs and
swamps, intrepid children looked
for minotaur eggs.

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Two hours forward,
90-minute delay. Flight
breaks late barrier.

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Luggage comes spilling
out from the steel belly, glad
to be home at last.

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Learning to reach out,
then finding a dark hole to
climb in and recharge.

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The standing army
of one-armed bandits take cash
as muted beggars.

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