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His mind shits on to October thoughts;
dying, hibernation, death, sacrifice
he watches the sky for the returning comet,
misses the northern lights
chastises himself for his sluggish nature,
then remembers,
this is no longer his time,
he is simply an observer,
an elder, who remembers a few things
to pass on.
He's Not My President God help America for it will become hell in a handbasket under the United States of Amerikka. under his felonious ...
