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Misrepresention
by Vikki OwensFrom your mouth,
the twisted braids of
truth and lies,
how am I to discern you?
All your cloak and dagger
diatribes, your deluge of
why's and what-not,
I thought everything was sweet
with you,
until I got to know you 11/25/2007 Posted on 11/25/2007
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 11/26/07 at 04:32 AM you never know what hides under that "cloak". MFS |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 11/30/07 at 05:07 PM We've all met that type. they always seem to self destruct without being aware just before they disappear. Well said - I like this one.
--bf
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