The words fell, slid sideways, almost a dream,
They slipped away never more to be seen.
So they picked them up and ran again,
deep breath, think hard, count to ten.
"Am I it?" he asked the judge.
"Not too sure, I guess we fudged.
Do it all once more, without the crowd,
Say it neat, and tidy, and out loud.
Now you are Mr. President.....
.............I think."
Feel free.
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Hehe..Very well written. I love it!! You've done a great job with this. I believe I will bookmark you and read more of your stuff.
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This is soooo memorible. I mean what a screw up...It would be terrible if this is a way that the rest of his term is going to be like. Thanks for sharing this right with us. Nice to read your work again! -
I agree with Judith - castles built on sand. Interesting write; glad you shared!
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God, what an impossible job that would be. They have such high hopes of him. They are such an idealistic people and he is bound to disappoint them
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It was funny.. his IQ is 121... I think his wife would have made a better president look at the mess he has already made.. tacking all the expensive Liberal wish list things our economy can not afford to his package we do not know if it will fail like the Bank bail out...........Oh me oh my xoxoxoxoxo
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Superb Plus
A nice humorous expression of a contemporary incident. Very well written, indeed. Thanks for sharing.
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