Stopping By the Woods On a Snowy Evening
By Donald J. Trump
I have a pretty good idea whose woods these are, believe me.
And let me tell you something, my people say he's a complete nobody.
This guy lives in the village. So what if he sees me stopping here?
I dare him to sue me! I dare him!
And by the way, this snow is pathetic. These are, by far, the least downy flakes ever!
I hear they had to import them from Canada.
I don't know. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't. We're looking into it.
My horse -- he's the most incredible horse, seriously,
I have the greatest, the classiest horses --
My horse doesn't even know what the hell we're doing here.
The horses love me though. They do.
They're always shaking their bells at me, it's very loving.
It's a beautiful thing.
Let me tell you something, these woods are an embarrassment.
They're not dark. They're not deep. They're nothing. They're for losers.
And I cannot wait to sue this guy.
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