Am I? No. Are you? Maybe.
A poem for your survival, regardless:
BARKING
by Jim Harrison
The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain.
And links:
TRUMP DUMP
These 80 programs would lose Federal funding under Trump’s proposed budget
Trump is officially under investigation by the FBI for his ties with Russia
Donald Trump is the symptom, not the problem
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The invention of heterosexuality
Youtube is now restricting LGBTQ+ videos, WTF
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