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Post-Partisan Camp-Pain Song By Lajla LeBlanc and Barbara Nay Email: lajla at comcast dot net (above email address formatted to reduce spam) January 10, 2008 Wednesday morning, 8:44 No campaigners at my door No one calls me anymore Except for "Roger" from Bangalore The campaign workers all are gone The streets are clear from dusk to dawn Candidates off to Michigan No one wants my opinion Dirty now the piles of snow Ahead the days of 20 below They've all moved on to points beyond Camp-pain is just another song Another song in other towns Where other voters drink the rounds And listen to the noisy sounds Of temporary attention Barbara Nay and Lajla LeBlanc © 2008 About the author: Even though your show is staffed by many brilliant Norwegians, I think it best to let you know that my first name is pronounced Lila. My friend, Barbara Nay, and I composed this piece in the quiet and blue of the morning after the NH primary. If we'd written it at night it would be a blues song and we'd be drinking, well, cosmos. But since it's morning, we call it a poem/song lyric. And we're drinking coffee. We hope you like it. | | | |
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