Trump In State of Desuetude
Desuetude is a state of disuse.
"The docks fell into desuetude."
Trump In State of Desuetude
Trump would find self in another feud;
He had fallen into a state of desuetude;
Things worsed;
Were cursed;
We wondered who next will be screwed.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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