Gosh, I hope not!
Gail Boenning
21

“Sergeant, slap the cuffs on this miscreant poet.” Sir, I think she is a diarist. “Sergeant, diarist, poet, whatever. The cuffs go on.” (The Universe is out of balance and teetering on Trumpian chaos. Steel thyself, poet.) — — I thought she was a diarist, Sergeant !?

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