Tomorrow
There's always another tale to be told
Other reports that are yet to unfold
Moving past edited headlines in bold
Maybe in small print or lost in the fold
Ordinary tales left out in the cold
Rainbows that never quite led to the gold
Roads to where real life is trafficked and sold
Ordinary people the tales we hold
Watching the looking glass as we grow old.
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