“Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all.” - Emily Dickinson
My mantra...as I fight the tears and horror Trump and his Maggots unleash...There is Goodness in the World.
I would hope you are right
But for me hope
Is but an ice cube
That slowly melts
In a tea of reality
My mantra...as I fight the tears and horror Trump and his Maggots unleash...There is Goodness in the World.
I would hope you are right
But for me hope
Is but an ice cube
That slowly melts
In a tea of reality