Poetry – American Death October 4, 2020 | marandarussell I worry every day about the death of America, and every day I watch her die a little bit more. Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInPinterestTumblrEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
Maranda, Hopefully, we will soon have an opportunity to rebuild better than before! Then we can heal from this malaise! Take care. Cheryl ❤ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Maranda Russell 
Yup.
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😦
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Humpty Dumpty Trump
sat on a stump
and Biden sat
beside him!
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LOL yeah
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Thank You!
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Unfortunately this seems to be the case
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yeah. sigh.
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💖
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Yeah, strange days. Election Day is going to be brutal.
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i can only imagine
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As we outside also watch this bizarre, macabre circus.
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It is an interesting show. Wonder what the season finale will be?
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Hopefully the orange one in prison.
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Sad but all too true
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yeah
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Maranda, Hopefully, we will soon have an opportunity to rebuild better than before! Then we can heal from this malaise!
Take care. Cheryl ❤
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I hope so
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