Time to resurrect my joy in limericks which reinforce a reminder of why I can’t write poetry. Sigh. The spirit is willing, but alas, the flesh is weak.
Roe, Roe, Roe, the vote,
and to the polls we’ll go.
We won’t go back,
we’ve made a pact
that Dobbs we’ll overthrow.
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Sing along with me all the way to November 5th.!
Have a great Labor Day Weekend. Stay safe, and stay tuned.
I'll Call It Like I See It 