As someone said recently ~~ I'm tired of my country being run by an eighth-grader. . . .
About Me
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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Hannah recommends:
http://wewillnotbesilenced.cf.huffingtonpost.com/
I recommend reading Babs rant on her website, the one with all of the spelling errors which was still up as of noon today.
So much for the Hollywood elite. So dumb she does not even know how to use a spell checker.
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