Thursday, September 17, 2015

Save the Satisfy

Nothing left in the beer facility,
town crosses lines over
oceans. You have to be

there.

Nothing left in
leftover condition must read wrong
ways new.
Indignant wig
pours Donald Trump into
Elysian squares.
Posture flambeau!

Nothing
escapes the mind of
Donald Trump.
Literally. The gates
are closed.

Butter your Donald like
normal. Only
free world succours home
people planet time.

You can do
it, provocation
of transit in
windswept
plenary.

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