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The Politician
May 14, 2001
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He grabs the cash with gnarled hands;
Close to the public, makes amends
On Tax and Health reforms, he stands.
The taxpayers beneath him crawl;
He watches from his Mansion tall
And like a vulture he us galls.
Original Poem:
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson