03/25/19: Cemetery Traffic Can Be Murder March 25, 2019 iambanapestboneyard, border, Cadillac, casket, coffin, Dream Journal, exoneration, fence, hearse, immensity, limerick, poem, poetry, traffic, Trump, welcoming roar Image
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12/05/18: I Can Hardly Be Expected to Get Through a Whole State Funeral Without Snacking December 5, 2018 iambanapestabsentee, assigning meaning to things, coffin, funeral, gall as a funeral snack food, George H.W. Bush, limerick, mortality's chattering teeth, obsequies, poetry, TrumpLeave a comment Image
