Nobody Knows - I'm Not Telling Why

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“It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.” - Winston Churchill
“It’s mine to know, yours to wonder. That’s our contract.” - Author

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I sit here smug, my secret in place, With a quiet cheesy grin upon my face. They ask me, beg me, play I-spy, and pry — But nope! Not me folks! I'm not telling why! They try to read signs stuck on my lips Unzip all my social internet blips and syncs. To see the steely poker-face stare lurking behind the smoke-screen tease, smirking, Revealing a wink, a shrug, a side-glance-sigh. But nobody knows, and I'm not telling why.

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