Tense From Trump Pestilence
Tense from Trump Pestilence
The thought of Trump made us tense;
He kept bugging us with his pestilence;
We must tattle;
Losing battle;
For it never received any recompense.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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