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By: Cedric McClester While it’s true Some people dote on him My sisters and my brothers Others even vote for him But in my pocket I’m carrying A little note for him 60 percent of the Republicans Hold out no hope for him Two out of three people In New Hampshire Cast another ballot Now I may be an amateur But someone tossed his salad It may seem like a major victory To the uninformed He’s like a raging ocean Before the storm has calmed As the field narrows Where do you think he’ll be Despite his slings and arrows It’s no mystery He’s not running a campaign It’s reality TV And because eveyone’s watching Doesn’t mean a victory If you listen to the pundits Not afraid to keep it real Even the redundants Say there’s no lasting appeal He’s an aberration So don’t worry just be patient There’s a snowball’s chance in hell That he’ll be running our nation Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016, All rights reserved.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
A SNOWBALL’S CHANCE IN HELL
By: Cedric McClester While it’s true Some people dote on him My sisters and my brothers Others even vote for him But in my pocket I’m carrying A little note for him 60 percent of the Republicans Hold out no hope for him Two out of three people In New Hampshire Cast another ballot Now I may be an amateur But someone tossed his salad It may seem like a major victory To the uninformed He’s like a raging ocean Before the storm has calmed As the field narrows Where do you think he’ll be Despite his slings and arrows It’s no mystery He’s not running a campaign It’s reality TV And because eveyone’s watching Doesn’t mean a victory If you listen to the pundits Not afraid to keep it real Even the redundants Say there’s no lasting appeal He’s an aberration So don’t worry just be patient There’s a snowball’s chance in hell That he’ll be running our nation Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016, All rights reserved.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
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