A Christmas Carol

This is the season of listening. The chains forged in life, I am listening to them.  The fictional character, Donald J. Trump, has seized the imagination, the cult of personality.  In the war between Heaven and Hell, I am waiting to hear the clank of his chains, hopefully before he dies, and hopefully before I do.

It could be that giant goose eaten around the dark, cold times of Winter Solstice.  Hark the herald angels clanking, Donald J. Trump is going to Hell.

 

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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