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 © | Year Posted 2018

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Andresen Avatar
November 8, 2018 at 1:16 PM
....... he is always cursed .... well written, James - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Horn Avatar
November 10, 2018 at 4:24 PM
And has often cursed and had it rehearsed.
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