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In the glittering world of power, they stand, Two titans of the age, in a world so grand, Trump, with his boasts, his bluster, his claims, His hands, they are small, yet cast mighty frames. His fingers, like totems, tiny and proud, Gripping the world, yet lost in the crowd. The media quivers, the crowds they roar, But those hands, they seem to beg for more. Then Musk, a man with rockets in the sky, A mind that reaches far and high. But there, in the quiet, away from the fuss, He’s found a new vice-his worship of Trump’s. With hands so small, yet a world so vast, Musk leans in, in a moment so fast. A curious gesture, a touch so odd, A billionaire’s fondness, a gesture, a nod. Perhaps it’s the power, the tension, the dance, The absurdity lives, as they share a glance. In this strange theater, where nothing’s quite right, Trump’s small hands and Musk’s eager bite.

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⣿⣿⡇⢸⢉⣙⠢⡉⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⡔⣡⣾⡆⢣⢸⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡇⠈⢸⣿⣷⣌⢢⡙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⡼⢰⣿⣿⣷⢸⠈⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣇⢸⢸⣿⣿⣿⡆⣷⣘⣋⣉⣭⣭⣭⣭⣴⣧⠘⠿⠿⠟⣸⠄⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡌⢌⣋⣉⣥⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⠐⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡟⠡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠻⣿⡟⠋⠙⢿⡏⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠸⣿⣿
⢋⠥⠦⢤⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣏⠹⠃⡘⠛⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢹⣿
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⣿⡆⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠰⣧⡜⢒⠪⣩
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