a vote - the only hope for our future ----------------------------------------
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 © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2020
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