My dream said it's more. Caught in a Yea, Nay, the Senators sit snoring. Truth caught up in a rhythm, Your heart may open. Thick-skinned tomatoes take whatever life hands out but taste like toothpaste. Tomato censured, vows revenge, next election.
Prudes get on our nerves.
I can't help it if The Republicans have no Sense of humidor. A Presidential Oath is not the same as a Vow of chastity. Didn't inhale, so Haven't smoked pot. Won't do it again. Hoping she might be Able to forget the past, I sent the present.