The G.O.P. soon asks my
vote
on whom I would elect.
I’ve little time I can
devote
to make my choice
correct.
Takes time to ply through
all the mud
all candidates have
thrown,
and try to sort through
all the crud
for which all must atone.
At this point I don’t
care
my choice can beat the
Prez…
I tell the rest out there
I like what my pick says.
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