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Hillary and Trump is a clothing optional opera would be a classic. Abracadabra 
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2 thoughts: The Colorfoms "toy" should have produced more cubists (or shown the "art form" for what it was). We missed some entertainment by not electing Hilly: watching her get fork-lifted in-and-out of Air Force 1. Other than that, I just can't bring myself to have sympathy for the "It was a video" Candidate.
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Hillary and Trump is a clothing optional opera would be a classic.
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That must be some of that impressionist art because I certainly do not see a nude descending a staircase. As for hiLIARy, I laugh at her feeble excuses for losing the election, but I am saddened by her falls. Getting older and having difficulties navigating are really no laughing matter...... except she also makes excuses for that. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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I watched the video......it's obvious that she slipped both times, rather than tripped. After the second slide, she removed her shoes and didn't have a problem after that......Slippery shoes with no tread on certain surfaces can be deadly.......I always wear shoes with good traction....
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I watched the video......it's obvious that she slipped both times, rather than tripped. After the second slide, she removed her shoes and didn't have a problem after that......Slippery shoes with no tread on certain surfaces can be deadly.......I always wear shoes with good traction.... The one pair of comfort and stability that I hated though was the black and white saddle oxfords that my step father demanded I wear. Those shoes lasted forever!!! Maybe because I kept a pair of tennis shoes at school and changed as soon as I got there? LOL Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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LOL. I might have liked them better if I hadn't been forced to wear them because they were "sensible and sturdy" shoes...... and it was a few years past their prime in fashion. Everyone else in our area was wearing tennis shoes, cute little flats, and cowboy boots. I didn't like those shoes, and they got derogatory comments from my friends and that didn't help either. I wasn't a group follower or part of the in crowd, but I hated being teased for something I didn't like myself. At least my mom understood, hence the shoes I could keep at school and change first thing in the morning. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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when we moved to Canada, I was almost 10......My parents bought us brand new quality wardrobes before we left Norway, but when we got here, we found out that European style was quite different from the style in Canada....I had a lot to adapt to, but for some reason focused on those white and navy saddle shoes.........I had to have them. I walked dogs and babies, raked lawns, swept drive ways....I even put on a play in our yard and managed to draw an audience with my signs and hand-lettered flyers....When I finally had enough money and bought the shoes, I got terrible blisters and cried myself to sleep. With my mother's help, I learned how to break in a pair of shoes......but those saddle-shoes were solid and comfortable once you broke them in......I was happy to have at least that one thing in common with the other kids.
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