Daily reflections of a corrupt small city mayor. You can read more of his antics at THE LIMBURGER FILES at the link below.
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Drops quench the thirst in seconds
but the soul's throat still is parched,
flood of visions soak with currents numbing,
till blood tastes of ancient flavors
leaving rings stains, eyes see with a sagacious glow.
posted by William Robbins @ 7:00 AM
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