Fire shoots from my eyes…
I put on my daily shirt,
I go to my daily work.
And I slam the bricks down in line
And stack them up even now.
And I think about me
As I come to face you
On Wednesday at 1:30
With the rest of your family
Trembling, burning like me.
And you with your smug grin,
What secret is revealed to you
As you dream your endless dream?
OPEN LETTER TO PRESIDENT ELECT, DONALD TRUMP - From a Voter
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Dear Mr. Trump; 11/9/16
Congratulations on the victory you have realized. Your hard work payed off
in a way that surprised many; including...
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