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April 28, 2022
He’s worked his fingers to the bone.
The length and breadth of the country he’s travelled.
He has been pro-active in every way,
as the horrors of the world unravelled.
He has overcome illness.
He has dealt with grief.
He has tackled troubles first hand,
and proved himself a worthy chief.
He is loving the job,
that he was born to do.
His efforts must be rewarded,
when another term is due.
His energy is unfailing.
He keeps us out of the mire.
To make Britain great again,
is his only desire.
Who else is there, I ask,
crazy enough to want his position?
Let the lad carry on,
he has shown his contrition.
written by
Harriet Blackbury
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