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Chinese whispers

Chinese whispers

A secret is a story waiting to be told ready for a listener’s ear to unlock and unfold..that story with a secret will be a best seller’s book after the reader has taken a look

One little such and such, sneaky hush-hush can open up a can of worms running in a rush..spilling out and spreading from ear to ear betwixt chinese whispers to anyone thats near..then that hugger-mugger that was secretly sealed will be out in the open publically revealed

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Marion

Ooh somebody's has annoyed you! ( I haven't left by the way...working on it!) ??

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Jill Tait

Haha nooo tis just me imagination luv xxx?❤️??

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The fish of the sea

Still, unfotunalty Jill, I can still sympathise with this.... Sometimes people won`t keep their mouth shut.... Anyway, I really liked the poem! All the Best. The Fish of the Sea.

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Jill Tait

Awww Thank you fishy ❤️?❤️

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Being Me

What is it with people? As soon as a story surfaces about something that happened and person or persons who cannot be named are to blame.... Then we have this primal urge to want to know all about the who's. Secrets are always best kept... In their entirety. As soon as a tiny part is out... Even an insignificant part, then that is it... The secret is as good as out because people are nosey buggers and like nothing more than to pick a secret out from its hiding place x

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Jill Tait

Ay love tho this is just my figment of imagination n not about anyone in particular but yes you are right !!! Thanks Hunnybun as akways ❤️❤️❤️

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