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Mar 2017
By small measure or dispensation
It would seem what's trite may become contrite
By con or connection - substitution or subjection
Going along to get along won't turn wrong to right
Was always proud to not follow the crowd
As so many just clique along followers without a clue
Always seeming to lag behind my independence disallowed
They say two wrongs don't make a right...I smile and say NO! but three lefts do.

Think about it.
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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