<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8" /></head><body style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif'> As you probably saw on CNN, there were protests last week in Florida and Texas against the Friends of Pretzel Park Farmers Market Newsletter (FOPP FMN) emails. The protesters, who’ve adopted brown clothing as their uniform for some reason, claim the newsletter doesn’t reflect core American values or indeed the core values of Manayunk. And as the newsletter is an email with no physical presence, like a book, the protesters instead weirdly burnt their own computers and laptops. So we’ve sacked the FOPP FMN editor and drafted someone vetted by the Senate Committee on Local Farmers Market Newsletters. We think you’ll notice the difference, particularly the wholesome cartoons replacing the deranged cartoons preferred by the former editor. Thank you. <img src="cid:a2bc02104dd9b085760238a143eb8913@friendsofpretzelpark.org" /> Farmers Market News: There's no market this week. As the pandemic seems to have lifted a bit we're making plans for music at the Farmers Market. Pretzel Park News: We're also planning to resume free concerts and performances at the Park. Because we're so darned Farmerly, here's some folk wisdom: Better an earth-lined cave from which the stars are visible than a golden pagoda roofed with iniquity. From: If You Have Two Loaves by Guy Zona And of course since we're farmerly and associated with husbandry, here's a lovely relationship sonnet: Never/However I said I’d never let you down And always take your side. However, that was when I thought I’d be your future bride. I said I’d never lie to you About the things that mattered. However, that was before you broke my heart And my five year plan was shattered. I never wanted to hurt you, babe Or damage your self-esteem. However, our love was a fantasy So I deleted your fantasy football team. I never could fathom cheating on you Never, not in a million years. However, you cheated on me first And I’m taking your brother out for beers. From: I HOPE YOU CHOKE: Angry Sonnets by Isobel Irons </body></html>