Puppets are but a game of mine
they tell the truth and I never shine
Say what I will then be still
I am never seen by hatred nil
My possum is so nice to me
It takes the ladies lets surmise
They come to me to pat the thing
I warn them off but they insist
It snaps at them and I don't smile
then they realize they were had
The laugh and chuckle in the head
Puppets are but a game of mind
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