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Did the gophers gobble your roses?
Then the vandals slashed your hoses?
Your dahlias stooped and sadly wilted?
Your democracy duped and badly jilted?
Did your car break down on the grade?
Your stocks crash down right after the trade?
Your cholesterol’s gone upward soaring?
Your television’s too dumb and boring?
Well strap ‘em on and take control!
Mars is near and the Giants are on a roll!
Don’t just be an innocent bystander
Come and taste a new Salamandre
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You cannot drown your sorrows
In wine
You cannot defeat your enemies
With hatred
You cannot exalt virtue
Through bitterness
You can, however, teach children
To love
You can show your neighbors how
To share
You can carry clear water
To the weak and thirsty
Make the best of these long nights
Spring is coming soon
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Salamanders stroll out in the December rain
Chanterelles sprout up in the oaky terrain
Old souls pine for a frisky solstice
Old bones cryin’ for a whiskey poultice
Young eyes crane for the bulging stocking
49’ers train for the fullback blocking
Our tears have dried after the Giants’ defeat
You shouldn’t allow your cellar to deplete
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Cleopatra’s servants dutifully fanned her
But she never kissed a red Salamandre
If you’re in need of tasteful carousin’
We’re ready to pour the wines of 2000
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Tired of politicians deficient in candor?
Tired of sycophants who grovel and pander?
Tired of wines that sag toward the blander?
Well, quell your dander, Great Alexander
Try to hang loose, Commander Lysander
What's good for the goose is good for the gander
Time to explore the mountain meander
Time to ignore the feckless flatlander
Time to adore the new Salamandre
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The ancient Greek Anaximander
Thought the mother earth was round
Spartan commander fierce Lysander
Ran the Athenian fleet aground
Rare California Salamandre
Ageless tasty treasure found
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Take your place
At the head of the class
Put a smile on your face
We'll dampen your glass
The acacias are blooming
The Raiders left fuming
The West Coast is sneezing
The East Coast is freezing
Steelhead surge upstream to spawn
Every day an earlier dawn
Gray whales now are swimming north
Time for us to venture forth
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Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Coriander
If you got the money, honey,
I got the Thyme
Pinot, Merlot and all the fine Salamandre
If the weather ain't sunny, honey,
We got the wine
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Thimbleberries and
Nimble fairies
Footprints of fawn
Fleet prince of dawn
Brown wren swooping
Green fern drooping
Chic swallowtail
Chicks follow quail
Your day is made
Come to the Glade
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They’ve finished the curling
They wrapped up their rocks
Maple leaves unfurling
Geese forming their flocks
The skiers got medals
The judges got jack
Bikers toe their pedals
The poppies are back
Spring is here
Come taste our wine
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