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Nessie Camouflaged By Subterfuge Con
Nessie slept soundly cuddling
the tin-plate toy submarine
fitted with plastic wood head
on long sinuous neck attached to
the conning tower, that drifted down
to Nessie's hideout deep in the cave
at the bottom of Loch Ness.
Nessie knew the pressure was off.
The fake photographs had quelled
the endless searches and prying.
"We'll give them their monster"
the model maker declared.
He gave them an image - a fake.
People believed the photograph was real for such a long time,
that no one would ever
see or know what Nessie really looked like.
People would always look for a snake like head on a long neck
with one hump or two from the tail.
People wanted a monster,
wanted a photograph to confirm it.
Now Nessie had the model,
he could poke it up through the surface
on dark stormy nights when lightning
added to the mystery and intrigue.
The stranger-than-fiction inner truth, hidden by what people wanted to believe.
A Trojan horse enshrouding truth, within a fake cloak of myth revealed.
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