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As The Old Year Dies
by Rick Rucker

As the Old Year dies,
Bury it, with all past lies.

Start out this bright New Year,
With Truth, and your conscience clear!

It seems to be our Fate,
To let old Lies accumulate,

Then we have to try to think,
Of what we said, to whom, in a blink.

If you do not tell a Lie,
You'll be one very relaxed guy!

But, there is a special class,
For these, you can get a pass,

These are the Lies of White,
And I think you have the right,

To tell them, if you have the need,
And so that you won't bleed!

"White Lies" aren't White, they're gray,
You can tell them, or stay away.

They are meant to spare some pain,
And so you can breathe again!

Like When Aunt Bea asks, if in this dress, she looks fat,
You're a idiot, if you say that!

Honest Abe would have lied,
Though, inside, he may have died.

But he won a brief reprieve,
'Til the next like question he did receive!

Honest Abe was very Wise,
He knew the good of Little White Lies!

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