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Author: vainya
Fiction Rated: K - English - General/Poetry - Published: 01-04-08 - Updated: 01-04-08 - id:2458879

On November second two thousand four
(after this day it probably won't matter no more)
We have a President here just in time for the war,
And the other whose supporters go door to door
Trying to persuade you on who to vote for.

Maybe I'm just not old enough,
Or just might not understand,
How the fate of one country
relies on just one man.

But I do know one thing,
And that is we must choose,
Who will win and who will lose.

Should we pick Kerry with his flip-flops n all?
Or Bush who seems to not have a mind at all?
Or will we just vote fearing that one downfall,
That our vote won't matter at all.



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