Just about the time
Oedipus realized he was the man of agony,
gouging out his eyes to serve him right,
the CHORUS in first period raised its voice
in fevered pitch.
"The smell, the smell, we don't deserve this pain!
Horrific smell we are assaulted with..
let us leave and never come back again!"
As leader I helplessly shrugged at their torment,
this was a riddle I could not solve.
And just as I had lost faith in the kindness of the Chorus,
Sam stepped forward shyly with a
four wick candle of cranberry scent and offered me this hope for a future:
A world where the Chorus takes action.
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