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They say our president has stuck
Above his good wife's door
The sign provocative of luck --
A horseshoe -- nothing more.
Be hushed, O party hates, the while
That emblem lingers there,
And thou, dear fates, propitious smile
Upon the wedded pair.
I've tried the horseshoe's weird intent
And felt its potent joy --
God bless you, Mr. President,
And may it be a boy.
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