Musings by The Poet Loriet
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Truth
wraps me in a loving cloak--
but false, deceptive,
back-stabbing lies
must be discarded
like a bad seed
that could take root
and choke the very heart
of my inner self,
poison my veins
with insincerity.
I won't stand for ideas
I don't believe in,
but don't expect me
to take them
lying down either.
Lori Beal
wraps me in a loving cloak--
but false, deceptive,
back-stabbing lies
must be discarded
like a bad seed
that could take root
and choke the very heart
of my inner self,
poison my veins
with insincerity.
I won't stand for ideas
I don't believe in,
but don't expect me
to take them
lying down either.
Lori Beal
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