Prejudice
Prejudice, what a great saver of time!
Quicker to opine, facts not worth a dime,
The sheep in lead decides,
And all of the throng glides,
Reason nor rhyme, nor ever the right clime.
Why sea water would fool,
Though salty, feel so cool,
Why sour social media look a sweet lime.
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Happenings |17.12.2024|prejudice
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