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Kind of the Truth

Sir Spoonsalot was a bit of a snot His breath was stinky, smelled like rot We were shocked when he began dating Lady Chatterbox He loved her a bunch, they both had a crow and a fox. But what about Sir Gigglefritz? My cousin Vi asked me. I heard that this weirdo was at Lady Hopsincrotch’s afternoon tea. This was news that had gone around, but I was sure untrue. Later I got all the gory details from another gossip, Miss Jenny Sue. These rounders have all been around the block and up a tree. I would never date such fools as these, I told Wanda and Bree. They gave me a look that said they thought I was lying. Which I sometimes do when my stories they are not buying.

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