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The Sandbox Brawl: The End of Bromance
Trump stomped in first with red-tie pride,
A blimp of bluster, puffed with stride.
He drew a line deep in the sand,
Declared it his, gave one command.
Then Elon came, cape dragging slow,
With charts and tweets in proudest tow.
"You'd never won," he scoffed with heat,
"Without my cash, you'd have faced defeat."
Trump snorted, “What? You think I care?
You’re just a nerd with thinning ...
Friday 6th June 2025 5:08 pm
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