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Trumpeting Out Loud

IT's a pandemic you twit your decisions should be in the thick of it, but alas, you barely fill the glass only proving my first thought as you pass what an a... Being presidential must be circumstantial and every word you utter slips into confusion poorly buttered unkind and harsh in the gutter go to the course and putter. Shine your horns if only you could be a beacon in the storm yet your present id is ever diminished by yourself trumpeting endless and unfinished causing every word heard to be felt with grimace blow the trumpets, beat the drums and leave us.

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Date: 5/3/2020 8:55:00 PM
Yeah. Really disappointing, his lack of vision, lack of leadership, and constant whining --- in addition to his normal lack of self-control and incredible arrogance. Oh, well. You're spot on, D.M. :) gw
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Date: 5/1/2020 10:34:00 AM
Oh yes. Powerfully penned! One dismayed Cunuck here, who loves your Inu! ;), xomo
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Book: Shattered Sighs