oh my bad, I forgot to submit the poem portion. Settled Fog, with Warm Blankets, and, Snot-Yellowed Sleeves, Decorated the City, Before, New All-Hallow's, Last o' Year's, Religious Party's, Post Solstice, Winter's Eve. The Kinder were Cold in Last Season's Winter Slankets As the women speak about Suffering marriages, and how their husbands, Sank it. But off towards the sky, All see a looming light A pixel A camera's artifact It is just barely in sight Is that Jolly ol' Elon, Tow'd by eight New Jersey Drones, bright? No, no, as the lights clear the Horizon, It proves to be nobody, Other than, New Year's Saint Biden!!! He dashes down to the Federal Penitentiaries, And he certainly does it quick, To pardon our Malfeasance, with an Ice Cream Cone's Lick. And as soon as he came, He is off once again, Shouting: Yeah, well you know... I said Putin... No, Kamala, is our Friend!!!

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