'For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings*
By flu or common cold or treach'rous reason
O sacred blood, spoil'd by these nasty things
With sharpen'd points in envy hands of treason
High stomac'd are my foes, and full of ire!
Alas, my friends, it is the hunting season
In rage deaf of my plea, hasty on fire
I hear the Congress' howling, barking sound!
I am disgrac'd, impeach'd and baffled here
Purc'd to the soul with slanders venom'd spear!'
*The tragedy of king Richard the second; act III, scene
This form is an 'eleven'. See my other poem 'Image'.
Red Lady,delight, Lady beautiful of heart, Blue Lady
of America, give her your meek, your poor, sick,
isn't that what President Nixon said, to world about
his mother his mentor, his Country, May I, Mrs,
Nixon write about your son and family to honor
us a time of great adversity in America we and
God need you once again, Four score the
seven years, seven days he feed us look
what they say about him. May we give you a
Mother 's day card from America, America
2007 and his last request in office is being
granted for Liberty and Justice for all even
The first Lady Presidents family of USofA
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