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Without One Contribution Made
There is some restrained inhibition,
When someone gets recognition.
And words are heard some say are dropped,
Come from both sides of somebody's mouth.
And many know they are misquoted,
From the words they spoke or wrote.
But the lifted words are twisted,
And today that wont be stopped.
Some people like to make their cases,
On what other people say.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And be the first among the missing...
Without one contribution made.
Unless there are some criticisms,
Planted to be laid.
Some people like to make their cases,
On what other people say.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
There is some restrained inhibition,
When someone gets recognition.
And words are heard some say are dropped,
Come from both sides of somebody's mouth.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Without one contribution made.
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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