The Buck Stops Here
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Darwin Henry Beuning
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President Donald Trump
Lives in a glass White House
Where everyone looks in
But, he cannot see out.
Surrounded by 'Yes' men at every turn
The lines between right and wrong
Become blurred.
Comey, 'You're Fired'
Jim, don't feel bad,
You're not the first
and you won't be the last.
I feel what bothers
President Trump the most
In the quiet of the night
Is, By His Hand
He delivers Death
With the stroke of a pen.
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