My Long-Distance Relationship With Sen. Pat Roberts

Well I would like to know where Pat Roberts is. We’ve been in a relationship for ages, but I must admit I’ve been feeling neglected. Oh sure he said that we could handle a long-distance relationship. But it hasn’t worked out very well. 

Clicking My Ruby Red Slippers Together. Photo Credit: Courtesty Of Ruby Slippers by Chippo-Chan Digital Art / Drawings & Paintings / Fantasy

Clicking My Ruby Red Slippers Together.
Photo Credit: Courtesty Of Ruby Slippers
by Chippo-Chan
Digital Art / Drawings & Paintings / Fantasy

I asked him to support things that would help me. He didn’t. I asked him to support things that would help my family. He didn’t. And he wouldn’t even take on things that helped people I know.

 Oh sure he came back to see me. Seven times this year. But is that enough? I know he prefers the big D.C. city lights and power. How can I compare – just a girl from Kansas with a heart of gold and ruby-red slippers?

 He reminds me he has a home here. But that doesn’t really count as far as I can see. A rental home is not a place of permanence. He calls D.C. his “home,” and I feel abandoned. I look one last time in that field of sunflowers common in Kansas to see if I can see his shiny bald head. But then I see the photographer’s comments and realize that Pat has thrown me over for a Ukrainian photographer Mykola Velychko and his Ukrainian sunflowers.

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