It was the night before Impeachment,
And all through the House. . . .
You can finish the poem as you like.
I didn't make it to the Fuck Trump rally. It rained. I wonder how it went? I'm pretty sure it will have a big impact on the vote today.
I took this photo in 1975 or so. I wonder if they ever got the place fixed up? It is today's trope. During the Civil War, this prairie was an important lake used to ferry supplies to the southern troops. So I've been told.
I think I photographed my roommate's girlfriend in that place. There or someplace similar.
It's all history now.
As will be today's historic vote.
It is a lousy day, rainy and cold-ish. This southern air just gets into your bones.
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