Manifest Density

One hundred sixty years (or so)
Ago, the state we’ve come to know
As where the Bundy boys vacation
Joined the fast-encroaching nation
On the Feast of Valentine
In eighteen hundred fifty-nine.
How many settlers said, “Oh, great,
The frontier’s gone. Now we’re a state?
We moved out west to get away
From that, and now the U.S.A.
Has caught us, and it’s all begun
Again? The end. Poor Oregon.”

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