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To: Covenantor
Hang in there, Jeb! All the way to Super Tuesday!

I'm rooting for you! Keep hammering away at Rubio!

12 posted on 02/19/2016 10:31:50 AM PST by TontoKowalski (Satisfied Customer #291)
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To: TontoKowalski
Then he can knock back some tequila and a cold cervesa and sing along with Freddy Fender

Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

well at least the Spanish parts anyway.

13 posted on 02/19/2016 10:45:05 AM PST by Covenantor (Men are ruled...by liars who refuse them news, and by fools who cannot govern. " Chesterton)
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To: TontoKowalski
* Hang in there, Jeb! All the way to Super Tuesday!
I'm rooting for you! Keep hammering away at Rubio! *

He should keep running after the election is over, past inauguration day.

He's going the distance!

“Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.”

~CAKE

17 posted on 02/19/2016 11:21:10 AM PST by PATRIOT1876 (The only crimes that are 100% preventable are those committed by illegal aliens)
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