Photo credit: Ah Fay
How do I love thee/let me count the ways
- You snow in spring time
- You rain incessantly
- You make people contemplate suicide 10 times in a day
- You hail in the mid of day
- Only in you do I find the sight of bums familiar
- You close down half the mental hospitals in the city, forcing mental patients into the corner of desperation, pain and wasting
- Your dream come true is the Winter fucking Olympics
- Your refusal to acknowledge the poverty and depravity that exists in the heart of your very bosom
- The murderous sprees you spawn
- The Church of Scientology and it's free stress tests
- Your banning of public smoking
- Your advertising and observance of Earth Hour
Oh Vancouver/ I shall but love thee better after death
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