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Aug 2018
I'll scale the hairs of Lincoln's beard,
Leap to the bridge of Roosevelt's nose,
Balance on Jefferson's brow,
Then plead on Washington's pate:
America, stop ******* up.
I'm slipping on the eyes
Of this granite outcrop
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
       Valsa George, 𝔞, Francie Lynch and Tryst
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