good evening, all presidential

rife with attitude and caught up in world affairs, we shudder and shake.  and stumbling through the vicissitudes and on to golden horizons, we attempt to speak of a richer deed, but it is truly unthinkable. and yet like revolving doors, we spin onto nights grinning for the sheer sake of it, finding our lives a dictation of convoluted values and the innocence of youth.  all the while in a fit of earnest sensibilities.  astute in the times, drifting and sinking through space calling out for a hand.  diamonds like sand.

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