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Sweetest Lie
You may not believe me
But I know it so well
Every lilac tree
Has it’s own special smell
This I fail to describe
Its expressless to me
They’re of their own type
Blooming free
There's no equality shared
No democracy
Lilacs fragrances spread
Meritocracy
Their smell tells you one
Sweetest lie
You are still fair and young
If you try.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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