I took on the appeal of a bitter pill called a legislative bill. It was filled with so many seals I forgot to deal.
Now, I'm still wondering if it heals the grief stricken above the thrills of the landscape daffidils.
I booked the look of a congressmen hook seated at a kitchen nook.
The speak was so deep, I started to leap.
A noble man who wanted to meet and greet the families of the weak; to promise them a sneak peak at a money heap.
Help me to seek a better beat away from the government freak.
Written by: Patrick James Quaker
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