A sprinter ace of spade,
Lies race ahead half of globe to brace
Whilst Truth just tightens up her shoe lace;
Well, you may have this read,
But not, lies pack a rare punch and pace.
Let lies sprint in speed race,
Let them trump your suite's ace,
But stuff of marathon's what Truth made.
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Reflections | 04.11.15 |
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