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Perhaps my title should have been determined first --
but today I differed and decided to think of it last,
tacked on later, a mere hint to what appears below:
a clumsy broken flow of simple comment from
my head and hands.  
                                               I have framed
few statements which together could find,
perhaps, entrance to a heedless mind.  Or not.
So many now prefer a different course and,
in opposition, I and others are shut down.
But at 80-plus I have no need to heed
nor ear to pay them.  My rusty words will
still emerge, heard or not.
                                              The weather lately
(that universal topic of concern!) has been strange.
Whether climate change be true, or not, is contested
by iconoclastic protestors, as though vocal
opposition could make the earth cooler
or hotter, could affect the frequency of floods,
droughts, hurricanes -- or even quakes, fires,
and imminent eruptions of volcanoes.  
                                              Ice ages loom.
Or all will melt, and we'll be again a water world.
Who can deny we seem in danger of extinction?
A simpler strategy, useless or not, is to
bet on the proverbial "worst case scenario"
and to prepare, effective ultimately or not,
as conscientiously as possible.  
                                             Such is our nature.
Because, as we all are taught (true or not),
"Hope springs eternal." Ah! 
Finally. There's my title!
                                             And here's my disdainful ending: "Hah!!!"

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