Sometimes I wonder what Daddy would think of where this country is now.

 

Choices are slimmer

Hope grows dimmer

Night draws near

 

But I have no fear

In the end,

God wins.

Poe et tree

Not to be confused with Edgar

Politics abound
My countenance frowns
I hate clowns

I don't know what I will vote on saturday
But I know the choices be slim.


Little else to add.
and yes, I am sad.

Whaaaaaaat?

Been a while but just a note: SATURDAY Hoyt's (and kin) to THE Hollow. Eat about noon.......

'Nuff said!