Once upon a midnight dreary, came a crony to our door,
Hands out reaching, reaching – reaching for our treasure store,
Deep into the dreamness peering, long we stood there wondering fearing,
Is this just a beef plant haunted – tell us truly we implore,
But the crony so beguiling, turned our sad frowns into smiling
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word Kior,
Thrilled us-filled us with fantastic tremors never felt before.
Tax breaks, tax breaks, job creation
Quoth the crony evermore.
Although it appears that our economy is crawling in a positive direction, that fragile rise may yet be sabotaged by the Hamiltonian politics so rampant on the local, state and national levels.
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