He met her on the Isle of Covfefe,
Beneath the shade of Jovxexe tree.
She had a gold Xovjiji on her finger,
And he knew she understood international relations
way better than he.
This where my mind goes late at night, contemplating the asemic memes that escape into the ether of the Implied Spaces of the Internet & Social media. At least I do not have access to a big button or I would be drinking even more Diet Coke than is good for me. On a totally different note, a raccoon made it into our veranda – Spring has arrived. Hope you enjoyed the tango & music of the night.