A four line poem, based on: only one remains.
All I'm going to say about this morning is: at least it wasn't windy.
And now we're down to one more market. I am looking forward to sleeping in on November 6th. Also, I might actually have the energy to write a half-decent four line poem that day.
They say they that will fight
Till only one remains;
But when the victor sings,Who will hear his refrain?