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a vote - the only hope for our future
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Poison Darts

Shakespeare said, “make
pieces of the beast and his
confederates”

My parents voted
today - filling out and then
casting their ballots.

It was a pleasing
privilege - even as an
anxious observer.

Their two small darts at
the heart of the snarling beast.
Saints let them strike true.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Leffanta Avatar
October 7, 2020 at 11:49 AM
Two votes for sanity are always welcome as are your thoughts! Aloha! Rico
Vionet Avatar
October 7, 2020 at 12:38 PM
Thank you Rico =]
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