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April 14, 2016
A hundred versions
of one person,
incredulously,
rolled into one.
Some laughable
beyond imagination.
Exaggeration expressed,
to cause sensation,
and gather momentum
with each telling,
as if a script
for Aaron Spelling.
A hundred versions
of one person,
coming to light
now they are gone.
Rumours and lies
and much mischief,
will likely,
always follow grief,
and gather moss
where corpse now dwelling.
The truth, the truth,
only Pentothal telling.
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