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Dear Mr. President


Dear Mr. President,

Look at your window, across the Whitehouse’s fresh cut lawn.

Look out to the people who chose to vote for you

or to those who chose to curse your name. These are your people now.

The world is in chaos.

Isis, nuclear war, environmental crisis, poverty

We are all looking to you as citizens of America,

But you only see us through your twitter feed.

Mr. President, open your eyes to the people and we could begin opening our hearts to you.

 
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