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Gossip lines
The gossip dribbled from thin lipped lines
as cosmic storming shook the static times.
The wired bound birds balanced tenuously,
looking afar at the blue skies enviously.
When lightning struck not once but thrice,
passive onlookers fled like cowardly mice,
leaving behind charred remains on burnt out wires, the victims of fires fuelled by malicious liars.

By kamaha

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