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The overtones were under blown, And so no one got to the point. Speak up she said, before you're dead, There's so many to disappoint. I furled my brow,a bit angry now, This crowd has an evil intent. They want games and names and eternal flames, And I was about to repent. Look I've cried and tried and tried to cry, To entertain all of my life, I write, I talk and sometimes I gawk, But recently my time has been rife. With ups and downs and clowns that frown, Things just aren't the same anymore, We've had tears and fears and Trumpian jeers, How soon can we show him the door.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
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The overtones were under blown, And so no one got to the point. Speak up she said, before you're dead, There's so many to disappoint. I furled my brow,a bit angry now, This crowd has an evil intent. They want games and names and eternal flames, And I was about to repent. Look I've cried and tried and tried to cry, To entertain all of my life, I write, I talk and sometimes I gawk, But recently my time has been rife. With ups and downs and clowns that frown, Things just aren't the same anymore, We've had tears and fears and Trumpian jeers, How soon can we show him the door.
Trump has to go. Now.
hank-helman
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
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