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Trump Caste First Stone

Trump Caste First Stone If Trump were to caste first stone We would surely moan and groan When hit and will have to admit The pain hurts and does not quit. Trump's stones become a big pile After he had been vain and vile As soon as last stone was caste By all our pleasant lives went past. Think Trump thinks he is smarter And may end up becoming a martyr A message from God had been sent Should have had a peaceful movement. Do you think he will have gotten the hint? Jim Horn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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