Hoping our small towns make it through the floods

My town may seem old fashioned
You might describe us as cute or quaint
You might think your city is modern
While our buildings have peeling paint
You might want to laugh and mock
When watching our manners and our ways
But that shortsightedness would not pay
Because my people know how to rock!
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Credits: Poetry by Jay Larsen

Photo of very enthusiastic polka dancers from an unknown source.