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Wednesday, January 10, 2024

All Cravat and No Shackle

 Obsess'd with the best words...("mine are!"),
 he'll pretend to shoot ten under par. 
 Once TV Reality star, 
 he's well fed...from his own Fixin's Bar. 
 Re-endors'd by (of course) D.A.R.,
 he doles hate from an eighty-ton jar --
 Mr. Would-Be American Czar:
 all cravat. (And no shackle...thus far.)



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