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There once was a lad named Ted Cruz. (A name he’d decided to use). He’d rejected Latino-ness In conducting his business. An identity for which he had no use. In the end, though, he remembered his roots. So off to Cancun he did scoot. And the warm bienvenido Made him sure he’d succeed. Oh… He’d forgotten his senatorial pursuit! So he jumped on another jet plane Leaving behind the pate and champaign. But ‘twas another anomaly He’d forgotten his family. A perhaps un-erasable stain! But his constituents would know that he cared Even though he’d left his state unprepared. His family was another slog. Oh! He’d get them a little dog. And with that his circle was finally squared!
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
On Rafael Cruz Remembering His Roots
There once was a lad named Ted Cruz. (A name he’d decided to use). He’d rejected Latino-ness In conducting his business. An identity for which he had no use. In the end, though, he remembered his roots. So off to Cancun he did scoot. And the warm bienvenido Made him sure he’d succeed. Oh… He’d forgotten his senatorial pursuit! So he jumped on another jet plane Leaving behind the pate and champaign. But ‘twas another anomaly He’d forgotten his family. A perhaps un-erasable stain! But his constituents would know that he cared Even though he’d left his state unprepared. His family was another slog. Oh! He’d get them a little dog. And with that his circle was finally squared!
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
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