FBC Kennedy March 30, 2017
She found a welcoming oasis in bosom of liberal fe feminism. I am thrilled to be out of the woods. And there is no place i would rather be than here with you, other than white house. Kennedy look, checky green dropping lines like a street painer. What better way to distraction from the pain than through poetry, hillhill channeling her inter suess. Words of inspiration dripped from her lips like tar from a hot mop. Resist, insist, persist, enlist. Kennedy and when you want to make grist, with a cist on your wrist, watch gorillas in the mist, true. She is being creative. What was point of her sp...