Bed Wetters
America is great.
But we should be better
it can't be our fate
the global bed-wetter.
If we all just choose
to make people matter
we have nothing to lose
just cut out the chatter.
What if we all
just got our control
I am sure I would fall
for America whole.
Now we must call
our heart and our soul
its time for us all
to make America whole.
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