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May 8
The courtroom it hums like a sewer
the pundits are all turning green
while a clown nanna naps in the foreground
caring not for the "witch hunt" it seems

The Lawyers make lying look easy,
slight of hand, fleet of tongue, jazz hands please!
While the Judge sits agog at the Weather
as she blows through their follies with ease.

Oh what will become of poor Donnie?
What fate will be wrought on this soul
who did nothing...to no one,
like....ever....LOVES the bible...
Oh look!
Sleepy Joe!
calpurnia mockingbird
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calpurnia mockingbird  Cardiff
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