Read Between the Lines


I once read a book
that taught me well.
The pictures were great,
the story was swell.

My mother did read it,
my sister did too.
But they will not repeat it,
They will not to you.

Maybe someday you'll read it,
and you won't have a clue.
Because once you believe it,
then there goes the truth.

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