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Who Would Be King

How times change but don't for the populace of self made clones by the past and mistakes often made of the outcry for the poor and eager on parade. Surely politicians rise with good intentions but the party line becomes circumventing as promise and hope quickly erode with the campaign promises no longer heard. Where is the America of dreams where one could rise beyond the immoral screams of the famous and the rich bathing in power who have egotistic goals set in closed off towers. Look to history and its multitude of lessons unless each speak out with logical concessions a president who would be unquestioned king bears no one honor but self determined responsibility.

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Date: 7/5/2018 5:13:00 AM
Hi DM.. I really enjoyed reading your creative work this morning. Your poem, my dog at my feet, and a hot cup a of Colombian coffee make for a perfect trifecta! Come see me today if you get a chance...
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