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To the Twitter End

by john-f-mccullagh

For four years we endured them; Trumps ' lame, incessant tweets. He pilloried both friend and foe, in victory and defeat. He raised name calling to an art; His dislikes he made plain His politics lacked subtlety. His ranting seemed insane. Now his account is frozen- he nevermore may tweet We will not hear his theories about how opponents cheat. He stands accused ( and justly so) Of inciting folks to violence So his social media accounts are closed and all that's left is silence.
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63 / M / American
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Jan 10, 2021
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