I dreamed
about someone
I see once in awhile.
Not
a friend. Just
some man.
But
in my dream
his skin
had thinned,
his hair gone
gray, and he looked
fragile.
I don't
even know him,
really.
So why was I crying
when
I woke
with the hands of an
old woman
twisted
in the sheets?
Noem's heartless puppy-slaying was a job audition for the cruelest U.S.
President in history
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[image: kristi noem dog]
Have you heard of Kristi Noem? She's the governor or some Dakota or other
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