There
are rumours in the grapevines
You
can listen or see or read the news
You
can smile, laugh or cry
The
low ebb of human devilish web
It
never brings anything good
It
is the sign of bad script of mind
It
sinks to the lowest tide of the sea
The
filth brings in no goodness
The
old may think it is true
It
is there in the videos why can't it be?
They
may not know of super-impose images
Even
in videos it can be done by using IT engineering
There
are rumours in the grapevines
The
affairs of privacy let it stay that way
It
is none of our business to condemn or say
Because
it may happen to us one day
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