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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

The press can't believe that they all have to leave
and it's left them confused and irate.
But the Prez turns around and their spirits rebound
and you can't hear a sound – but their hopes are unfounded:
"Folks, on your way out, shut the gate."

End of Part 9

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