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Mar 12
You stole the gold
Your coins were counterfeit
It was no fair exchange.
To say the (very) least

Off with his head, they say.

Not the head but the tongue say I
Those golden words that promised all
delivered none

And so: The tongue
Written by
Ingrid Murphy  54/F/Bristol UK
(54/F/Bristol UK)   
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