Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad;
Say that health and wealth have missed me;
Say I'm growing old, but add--
Jenny kissed me!
James Henry Leigh Hunt
(1784 - 1859)
War Is Hell, Part 373
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Donald Trump has spent the first year of his second term. . . . . .
mocking. bullying, threatening and pissing on countries that used to be
friends and all...
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