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I don't care what he did with her.
Please tell me. So what? He's a philanderer. Please tell me. The voters to the White House sent Him for the job of president. While he's keeping us employed, The sordid issues I avoid. With so much upon my plate, There's room just for affairs of state. Now I can no longer wait: Please tell me. David Martin |
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