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Goose Chase

That day the goose feathers went poof, The Sun blamed the Wind. The Stars blamed the Clouds, And Cause blamed the Effect in the confusion. But truly Cause was to blame, And shame that he was able to fool all, By meddling with the details And suggesting cures to mask the symptoms, Or the feathers would have been returned And not a goose would go cold.
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Written by
SilverLaughter
28 / F / Vermont
Published
Apr 1, 2018
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10·66
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The amount of dislike I have for people who ignore the cause of problems or situations and focus on the effects is enormous. Band-aids don't heal bullet wounds.

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#goose#silly#blame#cold#poof#confusion
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