By Its Cover Poem by S. I. Rednow
By Its Cover
It's funny how some, were the best that could be
But were harboring secrets, we just couldn't see
And then there are some, seems no good within
They prove to be better, than anyone's been
There's no one so bad, that no love can reside
And no one so righteous, all laws they abide
So whichever extreme, we think we are seen
If truth be known, we're somewhere between
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