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Jan 2021
From that storm driven dark day.~ I saw rioters chanting U-S-A, U-S-A.~ And raging, raging, having their stay.~ Like wound up robots with words to say.~ The mob-like, lapped the Capital and it's prey.~ Then raced thru the steps of Trump's relay.~ For there they were under his spell and play.~ Like they were programmed to stray.~ Months of Trump's stop the steal came to a fray.~ When the mob took the Capital my heart dismay.~ It was like watching stupidity, and horror in disarray.~ For there they stood casually in foul play.~ Waving flags, cameras, and de-pricing their way.~ Yet totally oblivious of the law and mainstay.~ This day needs closure and the puppeteer has to pay.~

Logan Robertson

1/19/2021
Tomorrow Biden will be sworn into office and I wish him all the best. And Trump I have no kind words for. For here is a man that is not all here.
Logan Robertson
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Logan Robertson  Anchorage
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