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Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                            I Beg Your Pardon, Mr. President, Sir

One faction despises the Constitution
The other is all about corruption and sin
They laugh and give each other absolution
But your poor daughter caught with a little smoke –

She’s in for ten
Presidential pardons
Written by
Lawrence Hall
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