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May 2018
He said, she said.
He lied, she cried.
But!
Then he cried because she lied.
Too many hard questions with no good answers.
But!
In the eye of the storm it's all blown away.
You can't shake hands with gloves on.
Progress?
Declan Quinn
Written by
Declan Quinn  Derry, Ireland
(Derry, Ireland)   
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