07/02/19: Why Encourage Them When We’re Working So Hard to Get Rid of the Very Freedoms They Seek? July 2, 2019July 2, 2019 iambanapestblotted stars, border, church, concentration camp, hope, kindness, limerick, nope, poem, poetry, pope, racism, soap, stars, toothpaste, TrumpLeave a comment Image
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