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Those people in the condominiums
On top of the hill cannot tell
How badly sewers reek when the water rises
And the methane bubbles up from hell
They love the grasses and the ferns
They love the paths, the mud,
They love the black and yellow frogs,
The glistening survivors of the flood.
Yaacov David Shulman