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There is a rat to smell
You used to soar up with
A philosophic wing
A nightingale a peace-packed
Verse of democracy to sing,
So we became dupes
And thought seconding you
Or voting for you is a nice thing.
But as a Pandora box fate
Or like suffering
Soul-gnawing
Scorpion's sting
Surfaced a strange thing.
Your sanctimonious disposition
Soon came to our attention
When you rosy mask
Suffered a crack
In a ...
Monday 1st April 2019 3:42 pm
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