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There once was a man named Bryce’s old man,
Who always had a quick plan.
Whenever trouble arose,
He never froze,
And his solutions were always grand.

In Puerto Rico, a power outage at dawn
Left the island in darkness, it was no con
As the New Year drew near
No lights, that was clear
A blackout, a way to ring in the new dawn

There once was a game at the Dome,
For college football it was home.
On Wednesday they’d play,
But then came delays,
The Superdome’s lights did not come on.

There once was a fire department in Clark,
Investigating a case left its mark,
Told HuffPost their story,
In all of its glory,
For answers, they continued to embark.

There once was a surfer named Alo
Rode a wave at Mavericks, you know
If the size is legit
He’ll be crowned with it
World record, the title will show

There once was a son of the elect,
Who was constantly feeling wrecked,
With a thousand drunks near,
Giving political cheer,
Opinions he’d rather neglect.

There once was a champ so grand,
Who shocked many with news in his hand,
Three Slams under his belt,
His announcement was felt,
In limericks his story will stand.

After two years of haggling, it’s clear,
Colorado’s the second to cheer,
Psychedelic therapy’s now in the clear,
A bold step that many revere,
In this state, a new path will appear.