Slapping the Free Press's Face On First Lady's Day
Red thier Hips, Taxsation without representation, Invited for
dinner, How dare you, remenber for her children, daughter
outlaw in west, Ride them cowboys ride, deep is their voice
The rangers ride high and fast Ten commanments out of
the courtroom no prayer the babies cries in 1965, Mothers transference
in the mirror once again, remenber mothers day, the geen green
grass of home in valley of cold cold months of the government
the summer and fall and winter warm in 2006 some say that
they have seen angels in the warmed of their arms laids a creator.
fourth of July to sum is his brithday we all ready have a lunch.
Blast and all. Oil bills cheat, in Libertys arms in the stars well
ones out. By burning bush of Moses
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