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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Where's Newt?

Newt Gingrich has just disappeared
He’s no longer very much feared.
His fortunes have guttered,
His campaigning has sputtered,
His behavior is totally weird.

On the South he’s counting a lot
It’s for him the very best spot
Though he’s full of hot air
He comes from down there -
It’s the one place he’s still really hot.

The Georgians regard Newt with affection
So he thinks that in Georgia’s election
He’ll come up with a win
And he’ll give it the spin
That this is his third resurrection.

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