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Oh those muddled webs some weave

     When folks get more than we perceive

         While truth hoards dust upon the shelves

          The gears enmesh to grease themselves

         Such myst'ries are left to dear Bo Peep

     How some 'round here e'er get to sleep.

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Lin Lane

November 16, 2019 at 1:30 PM

Tis said the guilty have no conscience. I read you loud and clear.

Gregory Richard Barden

November 18, 2019 at 7:51 AM

Indeed, you are right, Lin - thank you so much for the kind words and understanding, Dear Friend - I pray you are well! :-) <3

Robert Lindley

November 14, 2019 at 2:44 PM

Great poetry my friend. Ah, but sleep cometh to the righteous and the wretched both. As humanity has always had those that believe in self serving first and foremost as a faithful discipline. Time almost always yields truth, sooner or later. Be it hours, days, moths,years, decades or even many centuries later. Your poem speaks of a very sad and tragic truth. A fav,...

Gregory Richard Barden

November 18, 2019 at 7:52 AM

Amen, Brother, I totally agree ... and you know whereof I speak! Blessings, my friend! :o)

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