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December 19, 2013
The hurtfulness of truth, when
exercised in honest expression.
The silence of the tongue,
too late, for pardoned regression.
The withholding of needed words,
when agony would run too deep.
Are taken to the timely grave,
for the longest sleep.
The subject in question never put to bed.
Opinions not vented, in case misconstrued.
The truth, oh the mighty truth,
can sometimes be so damned rude.
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