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Fake ID

Fake ID

Sad old man in a grey suit
pretending to be
the life and soul of the party
his magnificent beer belly 
fits like a glove in the suit of
Father Christmas 
hating on women 
as he makes you think he's your one special friend 
inviting himself to meet you
where ever you are in the world
and when you don't dance to his tune 
he quietly manipulates others into disliking you
he pretends to have a P.H.D 
funny?
not so much...

because I see the truth.

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Marion

Sounds like this narrator has had their fingers burned ... the worst kind of person is the lying manipulator Shirley... well ... except for murders child molesters rapists animal abusers...etc etc etc... god... stay in and lock the door I say!! ... hugs x

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Shirley Harrison

It wasn't an experience I had personally thank goodness, agree with your thoughts thank you dearest Marion  🌹 the internet can be very dangerous ❤️

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Jac Tales

Social Media holds a trap for us all. It's Big Brother at its best. I quit long ago - almost ten years in fact. Great Write. 

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Shirley Harrison

Sorry that I missed this review, yes social media, something I feel very strongly about especially for the young, hey I remember the CB that was risky too. 🌹 Thank you. 

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