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I’m glad I didn’t see The Trump sign on the public lawn As a harbinger Across the street from my house On the morning of the election Instead, I just felt…
After I posted last night, I realized I’m not done yet with Barbies and princesses, particularly one named Cinderella. I don’t know how Lila heard about Cinderella. I certainly didn’t…
You are from Manhattan streets that smell like ancient cement and sewage Where leaves crunch underfoot and decompose faster than in the country Where the wealthy try to clean up…