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FAKE

she said she
just faked it --
gift of gab
or something
like that,
just stacked
wish on dream
on will
and bumbled
through
and somehow
made it happen --
squeezed on in
and climbed
right up there
like she belonged
and she said
"hell, i could sell
ice to Eskimos"
and i said
"yup, i think
you could"
and she said
"fake it 'til
you make it"
and laughed
like it was funny,
downed the
rest of her drink
and ordered
another
Written by javalini
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#17, when the pickings are slim and the river's run dry...
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