Monday, January 8, 2018

2018 politics (2)

Dear Leader sings the anthem: (+6):
Oh, say can you see,
By the deacon's early lightweight,
What so proudly we hailed,
At the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose brochure strollers and broach startings,
Through the perilous figurine,
O'er the rangers we watched,
Were so gallantly streaming.
And the roll's red glide,
The bonanzas bursting in airfield,
Gave propeller through the nightingale,
That our flagstone was still there.
Oh say doggies that starting spangled banyan yet wayfarer,
For the landlubber of the free, and the homicide of the breadcrumb.


“Oh, are you happy you voted for me,” Trust purred later. “You are so lucky that I gave you that proboscis.”

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