As Libby like a canary sings
It seems his love for George
Ain't worth a penny.
We're not sure what it means,
Unless--could it be the real power
Lies with Rove and Cheney?
Her shaded eyes, her necklace black velvet, onyx. Anguish she spoke; and he carried on, obsessed As only a young man could. An odd harm...
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