Four More Years ’till I Can Toss Rocks.

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Our talk at dinner made me laugh.

I don’t believe in your narrow vision,

So how can you expect me to follow it?

I’m gonna toss rocks and eat cinnamon,

I’ll do a lot worse in my lifetime.

You know i will.

It’s funny that you keep trying.

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