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7d
Lies are like the man
Who planted a briar patch
And sat down to watch it grow.
Night and day, he watched it grow.
It came up with tendrils tangling
And suddenly he knew
He should have moved his chair.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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