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Nov 2014
I can remember as a male child playing with my lone toy car.On the floor
In a house where love was present coming from mama. Who could ask
For more? Much to young to know that politics would be a part of
Adult life . And become a lying fairy tale. People marching in
Washington streets for full freedom and equal rights. Single mothers
With fatherless children not sleeping at all many nights. Women shut out
The doors of equal pay.Gridlock a living monster on both politicial sides
That just won't go away. And the PRESIDENT with smooth words
And body language trying to shoo the problem away. Wants to sip
KENTUCKY bourbon with GOP speaker MITCH McConnel while
The ROME of our nation slowly burns. Is reason impossible?
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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