oh say can you see…
a treasure box in me where my
dancing girl twirls
by moonlight
…far…
from Capitol Hill
made from pencils and bills
…just little people…
like
me
….hope
and pray
… for…
warm handshakes
like oceans of milk shakes
from sea
to shining sea…
I like this rewrite… it’s hard to think about ‘make America great again’ when it’s being made awful.
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