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Edwin Edwards is my Shepered; I shall not want. He leadest me by still
factories and abandoned farms. He restoreth my doubt about the Democratic Party. He anoineteth my wages with taxes and inflation, so my expenses runneth over my income. Surely poverty and hard living shall follow the Democractic Party, and I shall work on a rented farm and live in a rented house forever. Five thousand years ago Moses said, "Pack up your camel, pick up your shovel, move your ass and I will lead you to the Promise Land." Five thousand years later Franklin D. Roosevelt said, "Lay down your shovel, sit on your ass, light a Camel, this is the Promise Land." This year Edwin Edwards will take your shovel, sell your camel, kick your ass and tell you he gave away the Promise Land! I'm glad I'm an American. I'm glad I'm free. I wish I were a dog, and Edwin Edwards was a tree.
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