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Few people can be believed The lips are packed with lies Words fall as if manœuvred To benefit selfishness’s world. I carry the dust of deceitful tongues, swollen, diseased Where is cleanliness left? ‘The dog’s bowl at the door’. Love Mary ***
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Dog’s bowl.
Few people can be believed The lips are packed with lies Words fall as if manœuvred To benefit selfishness’s world. I carry the dust of deceitful tongues, swollen, diseased Where is cleanliness left? ‘The dog’s bowl at the door’. Love Mary ***
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67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
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