Twas the week after Christmas,
And all through the town,
A city or county official
Could hardly be found.
The "closed" sign was hung
On Tenth Street with care,
In hopes the next budget
Would be easier to bear.
The employees were furloughed
To help with expenses,
But visions of more layoffs
Wreaked havoc with their senses.
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