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Up until recently, no one other than me was able to see my presidential/operatic hallucinations.
But this one, which hooked me by the corner of my eye as I passengered by at about 40mph a couple of years ago, was subsequently examined by two other pairs of skeptical eyeballs, which were similarly involuntarily snagged.
(If your eyes are having a hard time spotting the president, it's a lurking Bubblehead Bill Clinton Pez dispenser, biding time in his sniper's perch.)
(See also)
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(Van Buren Road, Phoenix, AZ)
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