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The Whisperer

I like a good French joke, when you listen to it, it makes you want to jump and shout, I like a good French joke; I am full up to my mouth. I like the French accent and the romantic gesture it has at the end, it’s the way the French president use the thumb to show disdain for the gun by pointing the thumb towards the ground. Are you going to make a decree with the King on his second outing? You will not touch that document until all has agreed that the medicine is too strong. You got rid of the queen to highlight your promiscuous dream but you will not suffocate the frock to put a jackass on the block. The French revolution broke out because of disparity between the goat and the cow, the French and the Brits are always at war but in Dickens tales of two cities, the British caregiver in charge of Doctor Manette daughter Lucie gave the French woman Therese, the wine shop proprietor the final sauce. They had it out on the floor and roll from door to door and Therese, the bar owner was shot and left bleeding on the floor and so Lucie and the team could board the plane and return to London. I like a good French Joke when you listen you have to walk about, I like a good French Joke when you know what you are about. Everyone is taking about this thing and they think that they know everything, but only the people in this thing can tell where it all begins. The King is talking about it and his body language suppressing it; the whisperers in the room will meet you soon and you will be in for a big surprise so get ready to roll the dice, I love the, drama, the irony and the twist, it is thought provoking and it sets everyone's mind on fire. Everything is down to the wire now so don’t listen to the whisperer in the room, time will tell you what you need to know soon.

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