This is the Tom Hartman Program.

We real cool by Gwendlin Brooks,

the pool players, seven at the golden shovel.

We real cool.

We left school.

We lurk late, we strike straight.

We sing sin, we thin gin.

We jazz June. we die soon.

From Poe, at midnight in the month of June,

I stand beneath the Mystic Moon, an opiate vapor, Dewey, dim, exhales from out her golden

rim and softly dripping drop by drop upon the quiet mountaintop, steals drowsily and musically into the

Universal Valley. The Rosemary nods upon the grave, the Lily lulls upon the

wave, wrapping the fog about its breast the ruined molders into rest.

Looking like Leth.

See the lake a conscious slumber seems to take and would not for the world awake.

It is June.

It is the beginning.

It is the dawn of Democracy Summer.

I worry that Joe Biden's recitation of the importance of democracy, his repeated theme can be drowned out as just politics

because there is a team that has grown in power

that is

widely financed including by secret money

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