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I can,t believe this is for real. So I must speak what my heart really feels. You know others are watching and listening with unbelieving ears. How can this all be happening? Havent we learned from are previous years? And in a moments congress trantrum we instilled in millions uncertainty and fears. For they are infront of us shaking their heads. What has happened to the fight in us? Americas not dead. And a small child walks in to the oval office with a broken crayon in her hand. And she says to our president. Sir I dont understand. You are fighting among yourselveswhile we all look up to you. You said we shouldnt bully sir. But look at each of you. So now because youre figting my rent wont get paid. And grandpa said yesterday. That this session would send him to his grave. And mommy was gone from us for years that I cant count. And now we stand to loose our home sir. Because you cant work things out. Im but a small child. Theres not a thing I can do. But to beg to stop the fighting from within each of you. That a decision can be made to lead this fight into a victory that each of us can be proud of. Please sir dont let me down we believe in you. And remember I cant move forward if you dont move forward first. there are many people watching all over the world. Is this how we want to be remembered? My country tis of thee. Is this what youll leave for me? Please show the world now.we will work it out somehow so we can be at ease. Then when im old and grown I would be proud to make it known.that im glad I stayed. Please congress its time to take the stand and take care of your promised land we call America! & Her People.