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A victim, obviously scared,
Was going to leave, Emily declared,
To HuffPost she explained,
The fear that remained,
In a limerick, this tale is now shared.

There once was a man named Dawson,
Greatest escape artist by far, he had won.
From a shelter in West Virginia,
He amazed with his skill and criteria,
In escaping, he was second to none.

There once was a shooting in Minneapolis
Video footage showed the whole mess
The president’s claims did not match
The truth was a hard catch
In the end, the video confesses.

There once was a Health Secretary named Bob,
Issuing guidelines with a confident sob,
“My message is clear,”
For all to adhere,
To eat right and avoid each dieting job.

There once was a gov from Minnesota,
Who said with a tone of astonia
“We’ve never been at war
With the feds, that’s for sure,
Let’s keep it that way in euphoria.”

There once was a man named Sandweg
To the Homeland Security head, he did beg
The fatal shooting was no terror act
But a tragic event, that’s a fact
In Minneapolis, they didn’t find what they’d pegged

There once was a man named Spencer Pratt
Lost his home in a fire, that was that
Now he’s aiming for more
Says he’ll run for the mayor
In L.A., he’s ready to chat

There once were protesters with sighs,
In Minneapolis, New York, and Chicago’s skies,
They spoke out with might,
Against ICE’s blight,
On a Wednesday, their voices arise.

There once was a health secretary quite wary
Who revealed the Trump admin’s dietary
Guidance was upside-down
It caused quite a frown
In a conspiracy-filled tale quite scary

There once was a church full of mourning,
When shots rang out without warning,
The people inside,
Had nowhere to hide,
In grief, they were left all adorning.