Trouble follows.
And seldom is allowed to exist.
If not invited to permit it.
Yet those who provide,
Hospitality.
Seem to always try to hide,
Evidence of their affiliation.
By declaring innocence to excuse,
Their association with trouble...
Had been an unconscious mistake made.
To not know or have met,
Trouble before...
Under any circumstances to be accused
Of being that familiar to question,
Its purpose or intent.
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