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Lies for political gain - a rhyming poem. |
| Lies well told, these ancient walls; Members frank, their practice stalls. Can’t believe hearts still alive - Amber hues, for bees do thrive. On trees we boast, that saintly trust, To human beings, our actors must Dial in pain, and logics bend, A helping hand, they duly lend. Now forgiveness, soon set clear, The aftermath, quite surely here. Where our feelings once stood up Could make a blind man wave his cup... |