We have a
Prime Minister
who claps
along to silly
hymns, and
raises his hands
to an imaginary
heaven, all the
while with a
dim-witted smile
on his face, and
surrounded by
identical clones.
We have a
Prime Minister
who claps
along to silly
hymns, and
raises his hands
to an imaginary
heaven, all the
while with a
dim-witted smile
on his face, and
surrounded by
identical clones.
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