President's Day
- Historical Poem
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Woke all the townies
Town crier for proclamation
Message from czar, all on knees
As he announced on motion
At the first hour of the new moon
Golden morning with rare noon
Who he owns prolocutor Drizzy
Who quench hard land Drizzingly
I wish I have more tongues
And climb more rungs
Till sky to place the date
Dance till cow comes
Rejoice till eleventh hour
The able president of ours
Crown-prince_artist
Nice write up hunnie