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liberals and millennials
who cannot see straight
because the trees block
the forest of truth they
know, the sun is always on-
right there above them to
make the world right again
every day when the morning
birds sing their endless
songs, tunes, no matter what
is happening in ones life- be
it the death of common sense
or an actual funeral- march on
liberals- there to corrupt our
youth, and make them believe
that socialism is the new way-
even though it has never worked
anywhere ever, no never- ever-
sitting around drinking fancy
weird drinks waiting for their
cool million to drop into their
laps- because, it is their due.

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