Voting Is Not Everything
How did I land in Kansas?
Who plunked me here?
Smack in the middle of the USA?
A state where my vote will never count.
Thanks to the Electoral College
What was I thinking when I arrived?
Now I remember. I was thinking of my grandchildren.
Wanting to be closer.
The land of Dorothy, Toto, the Tinman and tornadoes
Wizard of Sunflowers and I am in an earth-sheltered house.
Voting is not everything.
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