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Beautiful Lies
The speeding bus was
furiously fast
Certainly failed was the
brake
Still the driver said it
wasn't his last!
The lie came like a
piece of cake!
Off the road they went
Into the bush nearest
to the road
And cries of horror the
air rent
But saved they were by
a container load
Of abandoned clothes
into which they rammed!
But once again the
driver lied
''In my expert brain
driving is crammed
No driving problem by
me can't be untied!''
This above is just one
out of many
Lies beautiful we tell in
ways uncanny!
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