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The things we say
1.The things we say
I suspect we are all guilty
Of saying things that just don’t make sense.
There are, of course, those oxymoronic little sayings
We all trot out every now and again.
I am guilty as charged, it’s an open secret
Old news if you will and, I would bet,
Even odds you have done it too.
So, whilst I silently scream and think “good grief”,
I do still ...
Friday 21st October 2016 10:25 pm
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