We get the drift of the fiscal cliff.
We hear the democratic pitch
that republicans don’t even like a bit
and we wonder if we’ll go over it
by the time 2012 calls it quits.


Some have concern for the physical cliff:
that day when one becomes a “stiff”.
That timing we cannot nail down
but thoughts of it are all around
and as we age they do abound.

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