Romping for Trump
In the avenues to pump
Throughout the day hump
Swinging hips rising
Shaking, squirming
Here and there granulating
As evening drags on under
The Trump roar took over
With youthful and old accumulate
Taking to the move straight
To boogy the night thunder
With a romping roar
Aware at hand there
A Trump ensure
© daniel miltz
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