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Hazards of Georgia
We looked forward to afternoon tea
but our joy it was never to be,
since the gods, it was plain,
refused to send rain
in spite of our most profound plea.
The logic of this may seem odd
but before you get our your rod
you have to remember
that the least little ember
would have incinerated the sod.