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Friday, October 2, 2020

Exquisite Hippocratic Corpse

He's warm! He's warm! Is this the brand new norm...?

He's drawn! He's drawn! 'Pon whom will Pence now fawn...? 

He's weak! He's weak! What's blanch'd that orange cheek...?

He sinks! He sinks! Who'll execrate the Chinks...?

He's hot! He's hot! Perhaps a Clorox shot...?

He's sick! He's sick! Might sink his SCOTUS pick...?

He's green! He's green! Hydroxichloroquine...?

He's ill! He's ill! Succession...? Phone the Hill...?! 

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