Wednesday, December 28, 2016


O, what tweet from the dodo's beak will we behold upon the sun's rise?
A catalogue of ruses drawn from shifting sands, each grain containing nought but well aimed lies, deceptions and untruths which break in muddy foam upon the nation's shrinking shore.
Sleep soundly, dear Columbia, and dream true visions, should this grim beast create such havoc that you dream no more.

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