Poetry

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when reality checked in,delusion ran out;sometimes there are two faces in ordinary places,some
games they are for fun,and another played for dosh;one coin it was okay,the other was made by a
faker's way,he looked quite brash,his aim,to deprive us all of our cash;so confident was he;still
the sky looked down on all the rest of we;discovered by his trick to dupe,he ran away,uncovered
by the game then played,Truth and lies were side by side,when he was cvaught he fled the lot,
the friends he duped then got school's loot,uncovered then at last he is now somewhere in the past
let Truth become our guide each day,give fakers then their own bad pay;amen we pray.
Joe.

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