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he has blood on his hands from Yemen
surrounds himself only with yeah-men
leaves his allies deserted
boasts he has converted
all ISIS to civilized laymen
I wired you
the money

See
I told you
poetry
would make
you rich

What do you mean you didn't get the money?
It's gone from my account

Now that's
poetry




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