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Fake News

by EveUnfolding

If you don’t mind, sir, I think I’ll take your “It’s a fact” And put it over here And then I’ll fetch “No, it isn’t” And put it over here. Let’s wait, shall we, until all the to-ing and fro-ing and up-ing and down-ing is over And everything is quite still? Then, Once the scales have settled, I’ll be able to tell you if I will ever trust a word you say.
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46 / F / South Africa
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Jul 15, 2017
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