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John Wayne hated horses. Took a truck whenever he could.
Esther Williams hated water.
Couldn't wait to dry off after every shot.
Dr. Seuss was annoyed by children, their unpredictability.
Bet you Bieber hates his own music.
Whatever you think is true about anyone
turn it on its head then flip it again.
You'll be closer.

Next I'll be telling you Marilyn Monroe hated sex.
But I bet you a year of Hollywood's grosses
she did.

It gets worse:
The flawless model: photo shopped.
The philanthropist: cheats on his taxes.
The environmentalist cannot live without A/C.
The priest, I hate to say it,
the priest's no saint either.
And come on, no one throws it back
like the prohibitionist.

Make it easy:
Assume everyone is revealed
only through a prism.
Tease out a viewing angle
with the least distortion.
And even then.
 

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