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Those magazine covers, All over your walls… Do not matter-- Mr. Trump- You are greedy corporate master. We don’t need a one man show-entertainer. In some other lifetime, perchance-- You were a snake oil salesman. We have enough self-naris-tic people. Parading around thinking they are the real. You believe what you say and that it is the only way… But not me, I just think you’re a @$$... But No tea or biscuit I would have with you. I find your demeanor to be Spoiled Boloney— I would rather elect Mr. Magoo… Please-Please, tell me Enquiring minds want to know How on this earth could you ever Run this country--- When you can Not fix your hair. Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao