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 OIL and WATER

Oil and water


Nice feelings escape everyone when they receive hate filled ones and looks can be so downright misleading to me they hang the head and look DOWN the snoot at me when they could look AT  me and call me friend and the thing is to remember to get your heart in tune and try again to understand a thing is to begin to ascertain the wisdom of a true believer the OLD man is WATER the NEW man is OIL they seldom mix together but run one mile or even more from the distance to each other.
OLD man is never good at seeing true of others listen as eye relate this odious tale  bearing words of hate the "OH my did ewe see just HOW she looked at  me" the OLD MAN says " what is SHE looking at me with??? The New man smiles and tries again " Oh well did ewe see the WAY she looks at me"? Where is the place she is looking at me FROM???
She is looking at a man it does not matter what she is looking at me with she is wrong.  Oil and water do not mix.


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