Ode to Trump

 Ode to Trump

The winner takes all.

May this hand you've been dealt

Bring the light to be felt.

Aces High

Queen of hearts

Let Americans not fall a part.

From the low blows and gun shows 

You stand tall and strong.

As is your nations song.

Follow the X

Follow the stars

Maybe we'll meet you someday on Mars.

#ihopetrumpwins

Daughter, Sister, Mother, Aunt.

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