Until I myself shall know it.
Donald and Vladimir are the same
Unless you consider intelligence.
Some people can sometimes be fooled,
Some people can always be fooled.
Under the reddest of roses
Many thorns will be found.
Every dog has its day,
Rarely will fools go away.
Gone are the days of youth,
Only to leave us with truth.
Some people are easily fooled.
Under the giant mushroom
Much that is warm will be cooled.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald Jacobson Traxler.
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