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May 6
He, accept the blame.
He accepts the acclaim.
But when they are terrible?
We quick to say he told us.

Has he stepped in for the Devil?

Except for Flip Wilson truth.
No one point the finger to you know who?
Somewhere, somehow, we are looking like fools.

Strange, folks, we still professing things they done.
And upon who lead the logic.

And there lies the problem.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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