Trump is desperate. He’s trying to hang on by changing his original design. Please do not be fooled. He has not and will not change even though his campaign people and lemmings want you to believe he might.
He won’t stop demonizing any person who is not white, rich, or privileged. He doesn’t know the meaning of “love thy neighbor”. Stand together to defeat him.
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https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/21/fowc-with-fandango-design/#like-46015
This is crazy, Number One. We’re never going to fit in!
Just go with it, Two. We’re only here to observe.
I just wonder who decided to land in the most colorful season they have?
12:56am so it is Friday. I am too tired to watch anything, too restless to sleep, too uncomfortable so I should turn on the air conditioner even though my temp gauge says it’s 70 degrees, so here I am scribbling. I have things I need to do today, but I find I’m putting things off more and more. I only get inspired to do something ambitious about once a week it seems. They called from paratransit and said bus rides are free, but where would I go? I’m not anxious to be anywhere in a group much less a bus. So, my dilemma. Maybe I need bubble wrap.
https://lindaghill.com/2020/08/20/what-day-is-it-anyway-thursday-august-20th-2020/
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt – Colours – 8-21-17
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“Black is the color of my true love’s hair”
Sharing a moment together there
He offered the song to sing of her locks
As they reclined in a field of blue phlox
His brown eyes invited the miss
Her red lips beckoned his kiss
Embrace with green underlying
While indigo birds up above were flying
The orange sun warmed their skin
Fervent feelings did begin
Her violet eyes grew very dark
As passion created a yellow spark.
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/08/19/weekend-writing-prompt-16-colours/
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Heroes or villains
Are hiding behind their masks
Identify not
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Riding high, seen aloof,
Crescent shaped in a blue roof
Above us all, looking down
On we creatures locked on ground
Never worry, you can stay
Way up there, we will still love
To look upon you in nights’ eve
Lying under a blackened tree
We don’t mind your peeking through
Waiting for our gaze on you
While under silhouetted branches
We play at our love dances.
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https://scvincent.com/2020/08/20/thursday-photo-prompt-crescent-writephoto/
I wonder, please, if you would, classify– I think I misunderstood, your meaning when you wore the MAGA hat, yelling about the years that, Obama was in office there, yes reelected for us to share, in his wisdom, grace and speech, asking for us to beseech, the power we have to lift others up, sharing a kindness cup, and now it’s been four years of hell, watching as the lies you tell, believed by many ne-er do wells, and all the hate that you have spread, why the MAGA hat was on your head?
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