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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Drifts glaze the dreams
like icicles clinging to the mind,
the bite of winter
digs into the flesh.
There is no escape
this wretched rendezvous
when walking into that bedroom
where the snow covers
two hearts.
posted by William Robbins @ 7:00 AM
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