January 13, 2011
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Truth is a traveler,
walking from place to place,
leaving a fresh scent of perfume in the air.
She is welcomed
and wanted in homes,
greeted with joy by families.
She eats with them,
talks with them,
but eventually, Truth
is forgotten.
She excuses herself
with manners as grand
as the Queen of England,
and she reluctantly leaves.
She drags on,
getting mud on her bright yellow dress.
It oozes into her shoes.
But she still walks on,
until another family welcomes her.
Rarely does Truth stay,
for more than a few hours,
before she is forgotten.

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