I kneaded moons and murmured, “Fresh pawprints mark the way;Abdul El-Sayed claims the dawn before election day.The primary is but a door—the wider winds still roam;For every victor finds the…
I kneaded moons and murmured, “Fresh pawprints mark the way;Abdul El-Sayed claims the dawn before election day.The primary is but a door—the wider winds still roam;For every victor finds the…