Cold wind a' blowin' on State Street
I board my train. It is 80 degrees and face-warmingly sunny. When my train arrives in our state's capital city, I depart the station and walk out onto State Street. As always, a cold wind whips down this corrupt lane leading to the State House. I button my shirt and hug my shoulders. Is this a new day?
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