PA Cat,

Your wish is my command. Cheers.

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Come hold my hand dear wife as we walk out
And stroll along as those without look in
Their hope poured out to drown the dour drought
So we could crush some right-wing bidness titan

My love for you is oh so fresh and clean
The White House lawn knows none so fair as you
It’s right that you should be our nation’s queen
We won, we rule, in time we will subdue

I have a gift, as you are quite aware
My mouth can prompt with all the best in town
And yet my lips cannot with thine compare
So soft and red when painted with a frown

Until the dumb inane press us betray
We’ll ne’er be vanquished in our Scottish play.

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L3