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Aug 2018
Runaway Trump running wild.
You have no friends that sincere.

They know you hiding the truth.
Runaway Trump, yes runaway.

Have paid no taxes any at all.

Now you upset as they turn on you.

Mistress here, mistress there money floating everywhere.

Why?
Can't you come clean?
Before you impeached.

Can't keep saying fake news.
When they reporting the truth.
Which is foreign to you.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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