About the whole affair. I know
I don't know all the ins and outs
Of how this sort of thing should go
And so I might be eating crow
After all is said and done
But when I think about it: no,
I think ends as it's begun.
I cannot be the only one
For whom this story stinks to hell
And when the race is finally run
I think that you'll all know as well:
The truth is but a little seed
That may be ground when there is need.
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