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East of the Equator on 1° 15' tropics is an old pirate isle Irate willy-wavers are set to meet, I repeat, on Santosha where, if you know it by its sanskrit, they might reconcile Wishful leaders play symbolic. To us are none, but frenzy frolic. Rudy doubles a pretty sight when smart cookie crumbles to his knees.  The apprentice,  a fake gansta has capitulated to Trump who's  known to expostulate his lot of twitterati oh, the wizard of sentences,  cut the circuit and paparazzi. Rocket man says read my lips, so Dotard threatens bigger drips Both gaga over trigger hands, like-a-virgin on hot dozen buttons. Ain’t it a saga, they goatherd each other on,  so call in Dennis to get us out of the funk. Just maybe, a remote chance, a fun slam-dunk! The world awaits with bated breath, the immovable anchors to a bad romance. We're stuck for answers to translate two gyrate minds, singing hits a-capella under nuke umbrella.  No tanning spray and pray please or death-from-behind us all, the wrench of humankind. At 34, Prince has just begun life, to see his people starving to die At 71, ****** has a life doing what he does,  while waiting to die   Chasms miles long, but cookie cutter share tall man phantasm 94 stories high towards disarming God in their own ego suites. Gurkhas and gazetted city blocks, the people in uttered groans All twitterpating over a hermit throne dancing to a jailhouse rock Two bright like buttons, so zero sum bargains may cost an arm and an earth - nuclear glutton! Not a far gains from your usual Target? At St Regis in gather,  string theories of riddles to Lord of the Rings Towkays at the table “Order! Order!” no one absquatulates at all borders In shambhala, will it be “Big and Bold” or “Beg and Hold”, who knows Except Goldenhair, in first minute - Upside or Upset of an F1 ride!
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
An Un-Trump Summit (II)
East of the Equator on 1° 15' tropics is an old pirate isle Irate willy-wavers are set to meet, I repeat, on Santosha where, if you know it by its sanskrit, they might reconcile Wishful leaders play symbolic. To us are none, but frenzy frolic. Rudy doubles a pretty sight when smart cookie crumbles to his knees.  The apprentice,  a fake gansta has capitulated to Trump who's  known to expostulate his lot of twitterati oh, the wizard of sentences,  cut the circuit and paparazzi. Rocket man says read my lips, so Dotard threatens bigger drips Both gaga over trigger hands, like-a-virgin on hot dozen buttons. Ain’t it a saga, they goatherd each other on,  so call in Dennis to get us out of the funk. Just maybe, a remote chance, a fun slam-dunk! The world awaits with bated breath, the immovable anchors to a bad romance. We're stuck for answers to translate two gyrate minds, singing hits a-capella under nuke umbrella.  No tanning spray and pray please or death-from-behind us all, the wrench of humankind. At 34, Prince has just begun life, to see his people starving to die At 71, ****** has a life doing what he does,  while waiting to die   Chasms miles long, but cookie cutter share tall man phantasm 94 stories high towards disarming God in their own ego suites. Gurkhas and gazetted city blocks, the people in uttered groans All twitterpating over a hermit throne dancing to a jailhouse rock Two bright like buttons, so zero sum bargains may cost an arm and an earth - nuclear glutton! Not a far gains from your usual Target? At St Regis in gather,  string theories of riddles to Lord of the Rings Towkays at the table “Order! Order!” no one absquatulates at all borders In shambhala, will it be “Big and Bold” or “Beg and Hold”, who knows Except Goldenhair, in first minute - Upside or Upset of an F1 ride!
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