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GOSSIP
Let me figure out what I can say.
The meaner the better I proclaim.
We're fast on the track, running away.
Really now, you must be ashamed.
I've said it to you, bet it won't get
far if I give it a chance and
I was mistaken and I do regret.
Trust is astray in love and of war.
The blitz is on and we must be aware
that gossip breeds more gossip.
And this I do most certainly declare.
Hope that lips will be on lock up.
Michaela Warren 2011
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