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A Washington Holiday Poem

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The Christmas is 1993.  I have completed my first nine months at Arent Fox and am starting to enjoy private practice (“starting to enjoy” means I finally have some clients).  We have a new puppy- Holly  (just like today we have a new puppy – Nikki).  Carole seriously broke her ankle walking down the steps of our deck.  So here is the 1993 report.

                        A Washington Holiday Poem

Another year?  Already that time.
For me to scratch out a silly rhyme.
Christmas in D.C. – Redskins alas,
Bubba’s in the White House – This too shall pass.

The house is improving, we put up a fence,
Carole was the inspector, that seemed to make sense.
But she missed a step, her ankle blew a fuse,
Now she has a metal plate and six tiny screws.
But that was March, now she’s cruising the sector,
Only problem when she flies is the metal detector.

Holly’s our new little sheltie, I don’t know just why,
Now when we want to travel, it becomes a harder try.
But you know the old saying, says the polly wog,
If you want a friend in Washington, get yourself a dog.

Paul got another promotion, and I’ve become a fan,
He’s had his job longer, than even his old man.
Kerby’s into taxidermy, and it can cause the jitters,
When you look in Becky’s freezer, chucked full of ugly critters.
Missy’s teaching Headstart, Terry’s shaping vans,
This holiday we’ll see them, D.C.’s in their plans.

The military’s behind me, my political career’s in a box,
A bright new world awakens, private practice at Arent Fox.
Time sheets and billable hours, my mind’s become so pliant,
Long hours and library trips, just to please the client.
But the roughest days are over, I think I’m past the crunch,
I must quit writing now – It’s time for my power lunch!

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