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 Donald Trump was a thinkin' And sittin', and drinkin', About the new things That the websites were linkin' When suddenly Putin Came sauntering in And on his sly face Was a big cheesy grin "What's wrong, Donald?" He queried Since his Drumpf friend looked wearied Donald looked up at Putin. He looked quite alarmed "Debate two comes soon! You forgot? I feel harmed!" Putin shrugged. "Why so worried? You're a confident fellow. Except in the bedroom, where you become mellow." "I said a few things, and did a few, too, And now those dumb things are sticking like glue! With these things in view, I haven't a clue About what to say, or what I should do!" "Bad things?" Putin asked, growing somewhat concerned, About the orange man for whom he yearned. "Yes, they're quite bad!" The pumpkin man tittered. "I can't help myself, look over here, I just twittered!" With his phone in hand, he posted some porn (Or suggestions of somesuch, while looking like corn) Then as Putin saw this, he started to scorn, This dumb racist cheeto clown-looking stillborn. "Donald! You moron, who I still adore! It doesn't matter what things you did anymore! It's fine you did one thing, or two things or more. You just need to find things that will even the score." "But I did too many!" Donald said with a sob. "I think that I've up and ruined my job! Clinton only did one thing, or maybe just two. But I did enough for a whole biker crew! I talked about emails at last debate! I used them too early when I thought I was late!" "Oh Donald, my Donald, you don't understand! You think that's just one card? You have a full hand!" "But what do you mean?" Donald said, quite confused. "She has ammo, like that little girl I abused!" "Clinton might have more things." Putin sadly admitted. "But it doesn't matter if you stay committed! What's a hundred things you did, said, or twitted, When the thing that she did keeps from being acquitted?" Donald nodded quite slowly, his big puddy-brain Was beginning to see that his friend was quite sane. "A good plan indeed, I'll just talk about her! Why defend myself when she looks like a cur? If I shout about emails, and point at Benghazi They'll forget my recent social kamikaze!" And so Trump smiled wide And held hands with his buddy Who had stood by his side Even though his fat face still looked like silly puddy.
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