whistleblower
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He wants the one whose Whistle blew,To lynch him and to beat him blue. The donald never stops to think,He neither reads & has no Clue. His Fall will come and Soon and Swift. We will soon have a Seismic Shift.The donald then, will be exposed,He
Fooled you, fooled you
Maybe even you
Congrats if not you
Lair, liar
My mouth was on fire
Telling puzzles no one could ever
The beauty of fateis what binds us together.It sews you and I into the fabric,well, what little is left, that makesthe remainder of our humanity.
