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Rowdy fist-pump, blunt and brash: you lit a fire


Preserve our way of life,
is your personal entreaty
embraced by thundering cheers

temperamentally, stylistically
the opposite of buttoned-up:
berating and viral
your comeback

still grappling with weakness
and extolling the virtues
of the worst creation,
you take center stage

and hit your mark












appropriated text from:

Christie fires up Republicans with Obama critique By Thomas Beaumont/Beth Fouhy

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