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Poetry: Zebras

by Linda Ann Nickerson

NUH-UH, ZEBRA

You know, I venture not to gripe,
Except your ever-changing stripe
Prevaricating without end,
As daily, every truth you bend
Transforms reality to hype.

A different colored horse are you.
Your utterances ne'er are true.
For black is white, and white is black;
Beginning, you've no turning back.
Deceit has tainted our lives blue.

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