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By: Cedric McClester Across the front pages It drizzled He launched a big missile That fizzled From the repressed country He’s chiseled Down to the bone Or the gristle And it became a headline Feeder The man who they called The Great leader Who’s a half pack short Of a ******* Finally has tottled And teetered Perhaps because of His haircut Some think of him as A nut Be that as it may He’s the **** International jokes told You say what? And were he ever to Shed a tear Many more would follow I fear From his frightened people Am I clear Even if they were being Insincere Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
THE GREAT LEADER
By: Cedric McClester Across the front pages It drizzled He launched a big missile That fizzled From the repressed country He’s chiseled Down to the bone Or the gristle And it became a headline Feeder The man who they called The Great leader Who’s a half pack short Of a ******* Finally has tottled And teetered Perhaps because of His haircut Some think of him as A nut Be that as it may He’s the **** International jokes told You say what? And were he ever to Shed a tear Many more would follow I fear From his frightened people Am I clear Even if they were being Insincere Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
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Apr 16, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
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