Saturday, 29 April 2017

Carry The Candid Can

On a quest towards reality
When in bed one shouldn’t lie
Or be a leader up the garden path
Speak indignantly or sigh
Avoid all complicated maps
Don’t bank on hope or presuppose
The most acknowledged trickster
Will cross your lines by just a nose
On all things nice one must think twice
They are temptation’s shining light
You’ll know if you’ve arrived or not
For truth is there in black and white

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