So Bachmann, I just tried to write to you, but my intution said not right now. I can just put the cry out there and maybe you will hear. I saw your numbers today and so I give this to you:
The bus shakes and the makes the sound of a battle cry.
Energies are low and your heart nestles a hope of a grand new land.
Maybe presidency is just too passe for you.
Maybe you are meant for something greater and more clean.
I believe the political machine is your industry.
More than creating alone, you can be a stone against hypocrisy.
Children will perch at your feet as you compell them to act.
You are the baby who can really attract.
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