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The Truth

 

The truth is a mountain

Encamped in thoughts above;

Revealed in cares and woes,

In daily highs and lows,

In whispered tales nobody knows.

 

Truth is the chainsaw

And the fighting cocks,

The rolled umbrella,

The undistinguished socks.

 

Truth is East,

Truth is West,

Truth is what you once did best.

Truth is those who fail the test.

 

The ones who succeed,

What truth do they need?

◄ The postman used to ring twice

Military Coup ►

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 27th Jun 2021 17:10

Leon, many thanks for being stimulated by the socks! And thanks to everyone else who liked this poem.

<Deleted User> (30611)

Sat 26th Jun 2021 20:43

Stephen, the socks line raised the level for me!

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