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Trump’s missed opportunity

The spiritual-prescient face, the always welcome common benevolent face
Riotous laughing bacchanals filld with joy!
Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones
My land is to me
Proud and passionate citymettlesome, mad, extravagant city!
Ah you foes that in conflict …

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Bush's bulldog

But I shall be good health to you nevertheless
Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself
Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital
Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities?
As …

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