Bluened sky of morning brings a new president of
the United States.
It's not McCain as we had hoped, but Obama.
Brought to us by Oprah, he got elected and will
now take over as president, raising taxes,
spending money that's not there.
We're in for a mad mouse roller coaster ride for
the next four years full of errors and misjudgments.
We can only hope these years hurry faster than the
speed of sound.
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