Mighty once, but never at once all that mighty.
The gray beast has fallen. Slain by its own prey.
The name calling wasn't new, but the mud that was thrown had a reddish hue.
Pierced by its own broken sword, forged by the pounding of false promises by the hammer of fidora capped blacksmiths in shadowed alleys.
Would Carl Rove be touted as a genious without Katherine Harris?
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