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All the Dusty Chatter

All the Dusty Chatter

Was a whirl I say, all full of twigs

Full of nonsense, full of jigs

To pull the tree so strong and true

To try to chop it down ,

chop! chop! who knew?

So all to leave in scatter land

A lie left waiting to take a

stand.

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