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Chose Nose That Grows

Chose Nose That Grows

Could be catastrophe that Trump choose;
Making decisions regarding his clothes;
Sat for spell;
Tale will tell;
Matched with orange hair and long nose.

And to think and imagine, some people 
believe that Trump can be colorful.
His color is rather crude to me.

Jim Horn

Of course, I went over ten again so
had to cut and paste from original.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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