The Dow Spangled Flare
O' say can you see
By the highway on the right,
When the process thing fails
The flare starts gleaming,
Whose smokey trail to the stars
Leaves a real scary sight,
O'er the Buc-ee's sign we watched
The feedstock was streaming,
And the flare's bright orange glare
Left a smell in our air,
Yet, true through the night
Our lungs were still there
Yo, say does that Dow banner's logo yet wave
O'er the land of the employed
And the home of the knave
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As usual, I met my wife for lunch Wednesday. She had our old college professor come down to help out with her band, and he joined us for lunch. As we were driving down Dixie to Vis-N-Vis, he asked what that flame was. We said it's Dow, doing its civic duty to make sure it's safe. He asked if he should be worried; we said of course not. The flame means it's working!
sometimes they go out, though. not often, but sometimes.
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