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At Newark Airport, Christie* tried A quicker way to get inside, Expecting they would let him slide; Alas, though, entrance was denied. The V.I.P. line he’d once used, When cockiness from him just oozed, Was blocked by police, but Christie mused That he was just a bit confused. For when the “mighty” tumble from The lofty place from which they’ve come, To our derision they succumb; And sympathy? Not one small crumb. *the former governor of New Jersey
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
When the Mighty Fall
At Newark Airport, Christie* tried A quicker way to get inside, Expecting they would let him slide; Alas, though, entrance was denied. The V.I.P. line he’d once used, When cockiness from him just oozed, Was blocked by police, but Christie mused That he was just a bit confused. For when the “mighty” tumble from The lofty place from which they’ve come, To our derision they succumb; And sympathy? Not one small crumb. *the former governor of New Jersey
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
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