My Little White Lie
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My sister once had a dream, that was driving her crazy.
It seemed so real, but it was very faint and hazy.
She thought it was real but couldn’t remember who.
She said, “if I don’t figure this out, what will I do?”
I said to her, “I remember it well.”
And all the details to her I did tell.
It made her happy, she went on her marry way,
I felt bad when I remembered better the very next day.
Now that she was happy, I didn’t know what I should say.
We’d seen the silly thing in a high school play.
If I tell her the truth, she’ll be really mad.
Is this little white lie really that bad?
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2023
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