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Feb 2014
thief, burglar, you're stealing again?
I told you not to touch my biscuit

never been a stealer dear never been
me a stealer? you surely don't mean


a lie at the start of the day?
and you aren't a liar you say?

I ain't no liar you know that sweet mate
I'm a liar when one is waiting at the gate
should I keep the biscuit back at its place?

I'm no liar dear I'm no stealer
come to be just a kind dealer
when one is waiting at the gate
but would go back without regret


enough stealer go start your day

*yay...............................................
hallway conversations, mine in italics.
poker: master prodder poet Nat Lipstadt.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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