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Didn’t Obama look great In two thousand and eight But by god, he looks tired now. The weight of the world Has since then been hurled Upon his poor lonely shoulders Two terms in power And stacked sleepless hour Has started his hair to fade The stress trying to fix A world as broken as this Has left lines under the poor man’s eyes Obama looked great In two thousand and eight But my word, he needs a rest now.
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
Obama
Didn’t Obama look great In two thousand and eight But by god, he looks tired now. The weight of the world Has since then been hurled Upon his poor lonely shoulders Two terms in power And stacked sleepless hour Has started his hair to fade The stress trying to fix A world as broken as this Has left lines under the poor man’s eyes Obama looked great In two thousand and eight But my word, he needs a rest now.
This poem was written while Obama was still President of the United States
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21/M/United Kingdom
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
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