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Springtime in Washington Spring, happily juiced up with growth like a hippie van in sexual overdrive put on her usual flamboyant attire. Trees burgeoned with blooms inviting all sorts of delicious advances to eambunctious sniffers who, like all addicts overdosed periodically on eau de Cherie. Inside the marbles halls, chambered officials (as with most shelved objects) dried up even more in the House and Senate. Ponderously shifting dusty piles of paper from program to program, droning on like dentists drilling totally missing Ms. Spring, flounces and all: Their simile of life is spent on power so even Spring’s great treasure is wasted, like tax dollars on walls around nothing. |
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