May I.
Do battle.
And vanquish.
My own hypocrisies.
Before I find it.
In others.
I am breathless.
Because hypocrisy smothers.
While the cowards.
In our midst.
Keep it.
Under the covers.
Soothed to sleep.
By her sweet lies.
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Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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