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The Liers

Nothing bad like them, they know every thing, rights and wrongs. They don't mind at all, to produce funny words, from what they speak. They twist all the words, from rights to wrongs, and wrongs to rights, to make others fool. By getting what they need, they just walk away, to please them selves, all the day. The surperfluous words they speak, makes them unique and hated every time, when ever they go. The drunkards and the liers, their mother is the same, due to the nature they are! Mockingly, most of them really are sick, mentally all the times. They need a special drug, to treat the insect they have in their heads, to call a dog a goat!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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