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.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
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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