By Lynn Bueling
Another Limerick in a growing list of misbegotten rhymes —
We drove to the taxman in Bismarck
that city named for a monarch
business to tend
our taxes to lend
to Uncle Sam. He eats like a shark.
These two lines open the book Not So Wild a Dream: “The small brown river curved around the edge of our town. The farmers plowed close to...
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