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Member Of Parliament
I read your name,
scratched on the wall,
and wonder,
if I should call,
you up,
and if what you describe,
scratched in the plaster,
is what we'd do.
No shame at all,
in what we'd do,
but then I think,
of what I'd lose,
if it were revealed,
and the whole world knew.
So I won't take your number,
and I won't call,
I wash my hands,
and straighten my tie,
and with a shrug,
I head back to,
that House of Cards.
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