State of the Union
Checking in upon her Babyon's youngest daughter; polls
Are surging bleak while as about their childrens globe civil
Unrest unfolds a maze mangled say, the status quo ? Luciana
Setting sail for his open sea we need more coal shouts Mr. Misery
Envision this task once her master's hand; fleeing for shelter a redrum
Door drank their whiskey yet dreamnt they more ?
"In Progress." *
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