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The Big Snoop


I tap you if you write,
I tap you if you speak,
I tap you if you put up a fight.

I am the double-agent of democracy. 

I spare not my own,
Nor a gardener or cook,
In costly secrecy, I take many a look. 

I am the double-agent of democracy.

When leaks rain havoc, I cry foul.
I am the soul of democracy, I declare,
None more devout. 

I am the double-agent of democracy.

  

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