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Discrepancies in her true story since
Thrust me such mental anguish, cast a pall,
They work emotions, I try not to wince,
I feel old friends turn fiends, abet my fall.
The sure handshake and soft back taps convince-
I've been tricked by a pro with gallant gall,
As backstabbing looks forth, at hindsight hints,
I'd much prefer a freezing cold stonewall.
One is genteel, olde world nice mannered, warm,
One is exuberant, then raw, no blot,
One is adroit and dainty, on the dot,
One is inclusive, transcending the norm.
Friends with fanciful and fancied fellows,
I keep smirking, envy slowly mellows.

(Chorus)

o fellows
o blokes
o men