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Jan 2017
By: Cedric McClester

He didn’t mean it
Or ain’t gonna do it
If he intended to
Clearly he blew it
Now we can say
We always knew it
Asking why did he
Put us through it?

He didn’t mean it
Although he said it
Some might have heard
Or perhaps read it
But either or
We can’t forget it
Let’s hope we don’t
Live to regret it

He didn’t mean it
In case you care
We always knew
He was insincere
Things rarely are
As they appear
I’m trying to be
Perfectly clear

He didn’t mean it
As we can see
When he said
Our lunch was free
It’s never been
For you or me
Or for the folks
At Wounded Knee












Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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