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Washington DC


We’re rich, and posh, really fancy

 

We can afford to blow all our money

 

On things that were never necessary.

 

And then other things that we see.


 

We’re a city of politics,

 

Debating others just for kicks.

 

Talking to supporters and critics

 

And reading on government antics


 

We’re a city of knowledge

 

Universities and museums on the cutting edge,

 

And organizations that pledge,

 

To end inaccuracy and misknowledge.



 

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