It’s Memorial Day.
For our dead, let
us pray!
Bless their souls!
Sursum corda!
In the meanwhile,
may Drumpf double
bogie
his next eighteen holes.
Curse ‘im! (Sorta.)
Moral:
He who'd live an ill-spent life
a-wall'win' in the gutter
should die by a disgruntl'd
Secret Service agent’s putter.
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| "The Silly Unmask'd Chili Will Wind Up Piccalilli." Ulysses Poe chemical markers on copy paper digitally modified 4" by 8" |
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