Dishonesty Brews.

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Crystal clear,
Crystal glass,
I see through your lies,
Know any limitations, alas?

Has anything you've told me,
Ever been true?
What disappointing mixtures,
Dishonesty brews.

You've bent the truth the farthest,
That I will let it go.
You've used up all your stamina,
By knocking down your last domino.

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