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Only yesterday when the headlines told me we're okay, we're on the mend,there's improvement on the way Only yesterday and I paid to read it,paid to read that crock of.. .. in a bit I'll get over it,get over all the barefaced lies that I read in the daily, which I now despise and I shall not buy that rag again. At times the news is,to say the least,less the news,more of a feast of fairy tales. i.e Mother Hubbard had no home,had no cupboard and therefore did not give her dog a bone but they say she did. Well, she got rid of that old Mutt and now lives in a garden hut,but the papers never tell you,do they? Make hay says the Times, which Hay? say I Will hay? he's dead Hay On Wye? but that's in Wales and holds another crock of fairy tales. Mary never had a lamb or if she did she ate it one day,when in a jam and had no food to give the brood back home which by the way was by a field of hay and the home where Mother Hubbard once gave a dog a bone and that was only yesterday. I'l go online today it's far less confusing.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Cracking one more egg
Only yesterday when the headlines told me we're okay, we're on the mend,there's improvement on the way Only yesterday and I paid to read it,paid to read that crock of.. .. in a bit I'll get over it,get over all the barefaced lies that I read in the daily, which I now despise and I shall not buy that rag again. At times the news is,to say the least,less the news,more of a feast of fairy tales. i.e Mother Hubbard had no home,had no cupboard and therefore did not give her dog a bone but they say she did. Well, she got rid of that old Mutt and now lives in a garden hut,but the papers never tell you,do they? Make hay says the Times, which Hay? say I Will hay? he's dead Hay On Wye? but that's in Wales and holds another crock of fairy tales. Mary never had a lamb or if she did she ate it one day,when in a jam and had no food to give the brood back home which by the way was by a field of hay and the home where Mother Hubbard once gave a dog a bone and that was only yesterday. I'l go online today it's far less confusing.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
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