My Claws Were Nicked
My Claws Were Nicked
Remember when my claws were nicked,
And then some other ones I had picked;
He was scratched,
By claws attached;
As usual again Trump off was ticked.
Trump thinks he is a saint,
Which he sure as heck ain't.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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