Dame Bllame Game
when with much anguish
you will find what you do wish
in liter languish
head had hit the roof
up Trump always sure to goof
need burden of proof
Trump would play a game
why me would anyone blame
disturbed by a dame
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2023
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