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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required TRUMP SMELLS B.O. TRUMP SMELLS B.O. BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO GOT ME PLACES TO GO SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER TRUMP SMELLS B.O. I know years to know used to being with your history eager long to achieve needs to take a nice hot shower going down to the wire..., got choices with the most chances highway glances glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within, another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ? some are in a trance a given chance at any romance Pac sought love through concrete on again out again cry for relief Can We Talk ? hit a sister mister said to high HITLER, SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH VAPE with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea... suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomack leaks cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking, this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo..., Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream, I maybe a man of all mans, P.U. in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation, fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin at night he would take a pee outside his window taking heed to nature's dream the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings... I aim human fresh under my wings, look to the sun to help you get by...
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