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The Portraits

At the museum, the portraits are hung Of presidents, staring ahead, A few of them still drawing breath, but by now, Most have been, for a lot of years, dead. Some I studied in school, some I knew not at all, Others served while I have been alive And the artists’ depictions were varied in style, Though to capture the truth, they did strive. In the midst of all men, just one woman appeared - It was Eleanor Roosevelt, but why? Not a president, true, though my fingers are crossed She’ll have company yet, by and by.

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Date: 9/19/2024 7:54:00 PM
Eleanor became a fine, compassionate person, totally unlike her conniving, womanizing, Jew-hating husband, that's for sure! ~ gw
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Date: 9/19/2024 2:33:00 PM
Nice poem.. lets wait and see if a lady makes it this time round.. to the helm of a super power.. I loved the poem...
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Date: 9/18/2024 8:42:00 PM
Eleanor probably demanded that her portrait be hung there. She had a strong will. This is a nice tribute to her.
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