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Oct 2020
It’s Election RAGE AGAIN
Yet here I AM
Cozied into a very appreciated bed
With widely opened window and
Blue October skies
YES
Bluest October skies waft thru
To kiss my right nostril-n-cheek

Unchanged GREENEST leaves
Cling tightly to a transient's home
Patterned harbingers of Spring & Easter
Last VISAGES to Summer
Looming doom remains willfully un-ACKNOWLEDGEd
Looking SO brave & permanently stable
We've wistfully learned this isn’t the case
Via Charlotte’s entwined web, she’s coached us quite well

That garbage truck’s beeping
I hear you
A block or 2 away
Tuesday’s circadian cadence
No amount of voter’s RAGE will stop YOU this time.

Lastly is a beautiful MAN
My SENSITIVE
           Wholly LOYAL
                      GOOD HEART
Rummaging downstairs
Self CRAFTING a HOME roasted morning bean’s brew

This is the stuff of LIFE to love and LOVE well

Thank You
My GOOD guy
For ALL that YOU DO
Without Pomp
             Or Circumstance
                  Or MAJOR cultural praise
Such quietly EXHIBIT-ed LOVE
Is NEWsworthy for sure

So go ahead campaign RAGEr!
Rage on…RAGE ON
CNN thanks you MIGHTily.
Fo the past 11 months I've been really sick, doctors are still trying to figure out exactly what's triggered these symptoms. I've been mostly bed-ridden this entire time. My husband's taken up the cross of caring for me full time until I am healed. This means he's had to paren, work, cook, clean, AND care for his sick wife. He's done ALL of this without complaining even once. A health crisis quickly solidifies what's truly important-including all this election noise.
Written by
Bethany Mahan
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