04/14/19: Yes, But It’s a Dry, Murderous, Excruciating Heat April 14, 2019 iambanapestchest cavity, death throes, dewiness lost, global warming, health care, limerick, lungs, National Poetry Month, parched, poem, poetry, spine, stiff, swallowing, synergy, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment Image
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