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Jul 2018
The doctor stood up in the press and said
The President is as fit as a horse!
Someone coughed in the back.
And raised his hand.
Saying, Doc, there are a lot of horses
Horses who win the Triple Crown
Horses who fight in wars
Horses who get made into glue,
What kind of horse is he as fit as?
The doctor eagerly said,
The President is ready for war!
Then the doctor held his hand over his mouth and said
Oops!
I did not mean that.
I mean, the President wants the Crown!
No, scratch that as well!
The press was muttering amongst themselves.
Some were mad the president was well.
Others were concerned the president was ready for war.
Another was furious the President wanted his crown.
He said to himself, I am the eighteenth cousin of the Queen.
10 times removed.
I am 2000th in line for succession.
Not this President.
A White House staffer guided the doctor out of the room.
As the press discussed what to do with the information.
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Michael Kusi  28/M
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