First Lady Jill
Jill’s a driver; and she is still working
while her other-half bides more time at rest.
Jill faces the unknown, hard job she’s not shirking;
a lady in first place. Who knows what’s best?
(written just a week before the voters came
to a decision what's best for the US.)
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