The Tyrant Is Dead
R Richard Wlodarski
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I had a dream
In which you and I
Kissed the president
A final good-bye
We were holding hands
Walking on the beach
Sand in our toes
Kissing the still wind
He was experiencing
Such atrocious nightmares
Full moon beckoning
To werewolves within
We christened the moon
He woke soaked in blood
Cuba lay on the horizon
Satan's damned hell welcomed him home
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