Trump Haunted by Thought of FBI shoes in Mar-a-Lago bedroom
The former president claimed his palatial Florida home "will never be the same" after agents didn't take off their footwear during the raid ...
--Daily Beast
I tippy-toe around my bed
I bring my Coke and lift the spread
But if I doze in reverie
A dozen clop-hops torture me
How can I slumber, plot my schemes
When federal agents haunt my dreams
Their brogues and loafers soil my floor
Where is my Raven? Nevermore!
How can I sleep like any log will
And put an end to dunford's doggerel?
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