Fact Or Fiction
It may be false
The way I feel
But still the cost
Is just as real
Perhaps it’s not
What I assume
Is red not hot
Is late, too soon
I can’t accuse
Without the facts
Despite the clues
The swinging axe
It’s clear to me
The way things are
It’s what I see
The fetch, not far
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