THE LIAR AND THE TRUTH
The liar knows the truth. The truth knows the liar.
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BACK TO MY DREAMS
Decades have flown like pages in a book. Too thin to resist. Onward to the last page. Why bother but skim? Now it's back to my dreams When as a youth I did think my words could adorn walls of a book. And? And I could labor in my thoughts and emotions. Perhaps make a few coins from my love Passion and devotion! Somewhere along the way I lost my way. I sent my dreams into exile. Some brutes would send them to the gallows. I would rather execute my plot Not kill them. So I write what I feel. What I am.