I was walking against the current through a crowd of people and Barack was walking toward me. He was so magnetic and seemed to be emitting a golden light -- very shiny. I couldn’t look away. He smiled at me, and just as he was next to me I thought, I have to vote for Obama. Once he was gone, however, I snapped back into the "real world" and wondered what had just happened. I felt as though some spell had been cast over me, and I was pretty angry at him.
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I wonder if the dreamer from Nova Scotia is an American or a Canadian, and is she even eligible to vote in a USA election?
"Yes, he's golden and shiny but is he ready to lead?"
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