To Make America Succeed, to Make America Great...and last but not least...FIRST...
To Make America Succeed, to Make America Great...and last but not least...FIRST...
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https://soundcloud.com/tony-venuti/make-america-succeed
If I wanted America to Succeed
To Lead NOT follow
To Prosper NOT suffer
To Dream NOT despair
I would start with ENERGY
WITH executive orders, I would build pipelines NOW to provide Americans with an abundance of low cost fuels, we wouldn't have to take it by force we would simple put American's PRIDE back to work by Drilling what is
already OURS.
https://comunistmanifesto101.blogspot.com/2017/01/to-make-america-succeed-to-make-america.html
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