This is the year
We have our election
And many folks
Stand up for inspection
The red and blue
They have their plan
They hope to reach
The common man
Sometimes I think
It is so vile
They cannot reach
Across the aisle
They make their stand
But raise some doubt
Some open closets
And bones fall out
Election time
This is the year
I hope the best
But have my fear
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