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Don’t read the newspaper

Don’t read the newspaper Because it’s all show and tell In between the lines is Just an empty shell You can telegraph me your thoughts But I still don’t read you very well You’re reading your bible upside down And it seems we’re all going to hell They say Christmas is coming I can hear those jingle bells Come now and speak to me Tell me how and where you fell

Copyright © Hans Ebert, December 2022

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