Day 53: What?

What the heck did the title of yesterday's post have to do with anything? I don't know what I was thinking. But what I am thinking of tonight many people in this country have come to the point that they can say that they are ashamed to be called an American?

I'm too tired to write much more.

So let me close by writing a poem...


When you care, cry.
When you've lived, die.

Where there's night, sigh.
If you dare, fly.


More later. I'm hoping there's always more later.

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