The party of Lincoln goes up a tree.
Define tree by number of Republicans tethered to its reflective
nature. Reflecting fear is a manner of speaking: guns proving guns
rely on guns to prove guns. In a nearby hole, the Democrats squat on
the tut tut of their own Congress. The People in terms of walking
down the street leave to walk down the street. This satisfies a basic
urge to remove. Kindly kid Congress into going, somewhere would be
fine.
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