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Wee Small Hours

When the sun is high in the afternoon sky
You can always find rallies to lead
But from dusk till dawn as the clock ticks on
Your poor heart starts to bleed

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world has gone to bed
You lie awake and think about the girl
And how the latest polls show she’s ahead

When your bitter heart has learned its lesson
You’ll be Prez! … But she might have you beat…
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you have to Tweet Tweet Tweet Tweet Tweet

Margaret Soltan, September 30, 2016 1:11PM
Posted in: democracy

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