The residents of California have finally passed,
This 4th day of April, from a sky thick with haze.
Survived by those, who asked questions and fled,
With their gas masks secure,
Away from the drags,
Cary Grant liked to smoke,
Chembows and rain,
Glistening streets with refracted light,
Bent into pictures, like movie night.
Hepburn sighs and laments in her raspy way,
I really do need “seven showers a day.”
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