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He had a dream one night that gave him such a fright 
 he was a Mexican laboring in a field that could not yield
 sun beat hot, parched and hungry, he did not like his lot 
 he tossed and turned to no avail as worry began to assail
 he awoke, to a steady drum in his heart rat tat tat ! 

 Rolling out of bed he noticed that his sky was solid gray 
 instead of black shoes he owned a ratty pair of blues 
 suddenly a big wall message came to him as blessage 
 "feed the poor " said a voice he got the message 
 as he woke to a steady drum in his heart , ta ta tum 

 Vehicles: US$101.7 billion (24.8% of total exports) 
 Electrical machinery, equipment: $81.6 billion (19.9%) 
 Machinery including computers: $65.9 billion (16.1%)

"These are exports from my brethren kin, a precious peso 
 I'll invite them to my house, yes I will send them a text / reso 
 suddenly the Mexican sun began to shine and he felt fine 
 he realized that building a wall would be out of line 
 he awoke to the sound of rain as it fell through the drain, 

with a tiny voice in his head, "Me a Mexican? thats insane!"

Feb, 6, 2019
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin

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