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     this truth is a lie
    waiting to happen,
    like light fractured
    into a disarray of color.
    rolling on the tongue
    like a black oil
    covering what really is-
    taking something bright
    and making it curiously dark.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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