Gray streetcar slinks through fog.
Faces bleak as the day.
Reminding me we aren’t free.
Making me want to seek Russians,
Ask at Stowe Lake if they think we are free, if we still have a great nation.
Stowe lake
Tag: speechless
The Rebuke
Guy didn’t look right leaving the stately house.
What’s wrong with him?
Then she bounded down the steps,
panties and t-shirt.
Great legs,
screaming as she confronted him at the curb.
He didn’t respond.
You could tell he felt naked.
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