Thursday, January 7, 2021

Thirty-nine:

39


And

Today we will dream 

that we are trapped 

on the second floor

in a building with a  

mysterious disease.

While downstairs 

the inmates have 

taken over the asylum.

Even George Washington 

is scared. So much so

that he is thinking

about changing

his name to 

Democracy Jones.


Markle~

07/Jan/2021

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