Turning Tides in Peach State Skies

In hues of red and blue, the skies do dance, Over verdant fields, where peaches glance. Once set in azure, now may shift, As political winds begin to lift. Will crimson waves rise from the earth, Or will the sapphire skies reaffirm their worth? Only time will tell which color paints the dawn, In the ever-changing tapestry, Georgia is drawn.

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