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Jun 2018
All the colors of the rainbow shine brightly.
But when you look at the Trump administration you see only one inkspot.
Oh, that Big Ben.

Sheets must be available for his present crew.
Which connected them to the troubled South.
Just one inch away from people rage.

If you like the mixtures of fools in the house of white.
Then maybe, you just one who afraid to say Obama did one hell of a job.

When you good?
You need no commendation.

Especially when the man in office tosses you the blame.
He accepts blame for not a single thing.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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