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When someone calls you Dumb"
Consider the source; who it comes from.

The choice of a word,
when there is a breeze,
makes all the difference,
if your wish is to please.

There once was a life.
It was here before,
outside the window,
outside the door.
It is happening now,
it is happening again
because of the stupidity
and the ignorance of a man.
How many lives do we,
know, we'll soon lose?
The idiocy of the question
is, what do we choose?
"It's all rumor, a Democratic hoax."
After all the deaths we've had,
Is it now a big joke?
You're quite ignorant Mister Trump.
It is what you are.
You should be in jail,
after Due Process of course,
for the criminal you are.

I once stood where you are now.
Full of excitement, of what will be.
A new life's adventure, now I see,
Pictures of love; happiness for thou.
The hurt in this World, I disavow.

Dancing through Midnight.
Dancing until dawn.
No sleep tonight.
Too young to yawn.
Working all day.
Then going to meet,
My friends, once more,
For the pleasant treat,
Dancing again, until dawn,
Followed by a collapse
Into the warmth of bed,
Sleeping the long sleep,
The sleep of the dead.

You were always there,
close by my side,
our life's journey, smooth,
now a bumpy ride.
I have no regrets.
not even a few.
My life was much better,
being married to you.

The measure of a man,
is here now, to see,
how greed and corruption
will take your Soul from thee.

Sadness, sadness, you are back again,
though you never left me, my old friend.
You let me know, over and over, again,
About the hurt in our World, on end.

Was it a downpour or just rain?
Does it matter? Must I explain?
It may be a synapse in my brain
Or my next step to becoming insane.

Here I am now,
I cannot foresee
what will happen
to an oldster like me.

Dial 1 800 406 8119,
belonged to a good friend of mine.
You could call him for help any day.
He would answer the phone and would say,
don't take any wooden nickels or tarnished dime
for if you do you will be not a friend of mine.

Donald J Trump,
known World wide around
as a nasty, old lump
or P. O. T. U. S. the clown