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Blue--A Bill Clinton Blue--
by Christin Call

The liquid color they use to pour into maxi pads on commercials
The feeling of my face, because I was caught in the act
The name Bush doesn't know of his special presidential jogging pants
No more Rock n' Roll McDonalds is also a sadness
That, chewed up, produces Certs-like sparks while making out in the dark
A ten-day vacation after destroying all Advil manufacturers
Blueberry-flavored ranchers could not be as jolly or as edified
The wittiness of equipollent arguments
Will you please bury me now, before I'm finished suffocating?
Eight years and ending up with a ruined legacy
Presiding over the Squid School with slobbers and decadence
The catch phrase for Nike's technologically advanced tennis shoe tongue
A sweaty Mexican knows his cigars, by God Almighty
“More bitter than Seltzer tabs” more or less describes how rain in the Milky Way dissolves
The way sarcastic curses mope unnaturally from the devout, superior mouth
The sleek chrome of the newly fixed up coupe
Gullibility in the face of power, and charm, such a blue blue charm that she was intoxicated

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