Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Twenty-eight.

28

Give me liberty or give me 

COVID

It is pitch black


Make America hate again


You are likely to be eaten by a grue


These are not the end times


You can’t be a Christian


“I love Texas!”


If you don’t do things my way


This is the end of America


How was you experience?


Trust the experts


The first day of the rest of your life


And no cure there but to wait.


Markle~
03November2020
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