The Whining Coming Out Of The Trump Camp Poem by Leah Ross

The Whining Coming Out Of The Trump Camp



astounds me not! that I'll say are they 1 still nursing I wonder it's pathetic this is what we have running America sadly babies who whine at every turn & stomp their feet pitch a fit when things don't go there way

Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: random thoughts
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insane not surprising however
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