Sitting surrounded
By puddle of newspaper
Where oh where is hope
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Gotta stay away from the newspapers! They only share sad and scary things!
Yes, but to me watching TV is worse.
Oh, I know. I avoid the news like the plague.
Yep!!
Maybe the hope is in the vacuum cleaner?
LOL! That’s me being funny. Every time I can’t find something smallish, I immediately think it’s been vacuumed up. I can’t count the vacuum bags I’ve ripped apart and the dirt I’ve sifted through.
I like your humor. Much better than the news. You are a fierce hunter to tear into vacuum cleaner bags!
Yes 😀
And then comes today’s news of Super Tuesday and the rearrangement of candidates.