Morgan Michaels


Differences* - Poem by Morgan Michaels

'I like it', he cried.
'I hate it', she replied.
Truth, lie- what a waste
if sloth and churlish pride
(things of loudest and most)
dubbed Truth, mortified,
merely a matter of taste.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 30, 2014


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