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In Iowa, hearts broke in two,
A mother’s kind help turned to rue.
Her daughter’s ex, filled with spite,
Shot her in cold, cruel night,
Leaving sorrow where love once held true.

In January’s chill, we recall,
An officer brave faced the brawl.
He warned with great dread,
Of choices misled,
And the cold that awaits us all.

In sketches where laughter’s the key,
Maya’s been warned, “Just don’t be too free!”
With elections in mind,
The humor’s confined,
As folks fret o’er comedy’s spree.

There once was a counsel named Jack,
Whose cases on Trump faced the flack.
With whispers they say,
He’s winding away,
And leaving the chaos to wrack!

In a world where the news brings us dread,
Social media turned to a spread,
Of kittens and hops,
And musical chops,
For a timeline cleanse, joyfully led!

At Navy Pier, chaos transpired,
A man who felt deeply expired.
Quite vexed by his fate,
With anger, так great,
Two lives were lost, as he retired.

In Puerto Rico, a race did unfold,
Where Jenniffer González-Colón was bold.
A pro-statehood fight,
She took to new height,
Against independence, her story’s retold.

In a twist that caused quite the stir,
Bezos faced quite a furious blur.
With Trump he did cheer,
While whispers drew near,
Of a spiked vote that gave folks a whir.

A Jan. 6 fella took flight,
To pause his case seemed just right.
He hopes Trump will swoop,
With pardon, a loop,
For freedom to bask in the light!

In a tale where the past intertwines,
Trump’s saga shifts, shadowed by signs,
With darkness descending,
Old patterns are bending,
As history’s grimmest plot aligns.