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Dear John



"Dear John, oh how I hate to write';
But I must take my pen in hand-
For it is election night.

Dear John, you've fought the war so well-
But the legends of your purple hearts
Are emitting an awful smell.

Dear John; You've wooed me
And you've wooed me
For many months and more-

You've told how Bush has screwed me
Till my bloody ears are sore.

Dear John; you've resided in the Senate,
For nigh on twenty years-
And your record in the Senate
Would bring a slug to tears.

Dear John; you told how Bush
Has lied and lied,
You almost had me there-

But you and the enemy,
Side by side-
Was more than I could bear.

"Dear John; oh how I hate to write"-
But indeed the election's upon us,
And I must make my mark this night.

Dear John; I put my pen to paper,
My alliance I have forged-
Your character's but a vapor,
And I shall vote for George.

GOODBYE, JOHN!