Donald Trump Poetry
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We walked a path, but not together You walked it while danger slept You walked it in sunny weather You walked through on fields of heather You walked while the streams ran wet
Politics & Religion Were never meant for polite society My parents taught me. But polite society doesn't exist At least in this day and age. Now and again vulgarities show Marring perfect plans
Many Months Ago America Elected a President His Skin is Orange His Hair is Fur like a Dog Your Tie is long
Our Great & Wise Leader was just so busybasking in his omnipotent all-knowingness& radiating light that reached the four cornersof the world where millions were at this very
My doctor tells me I spend fartoo much of my waking life onThe Great Orange One & she may be right but then again what can I do when day to day life seems to mirror his surly & desperate antics.
Young Donald got some play-time yesterday whensome big grown menstopped by & let himsit in the drivers seatof their big, big truck,& he even got to tootthe big, big horn,