In Britain's realm, where roads are scarred,
Potholes lurk, a jester's guard. With every jolt, a tale unfolds, Of wasted coin and stories untold.
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FREEDOM'S LAND
By Martin Foskett
As darkness reigns over Freedom's land,
Liberty flees a mournful strand. Democrats, a corrupting might, Ensnare with lies, a twisted plight. |
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