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The Pale Face Lie In A Bold Face Disguise

The pale face lie in a bold face disguise|

Counteracts the saying which said to reverse the prior statements|

Changes in the printing set in stone|

Faces drawn with a scalpel|

Opened and replaced by expressions lined in scorn|

I'll mourn till the day you bring back that once natural condition for the people to learn from|

Until you see the pain your implications caused|

The nature of forgiveness will not blow with the wind|

Nor rain in the spring|

Melt with the glaciers|

Nor row in the streams|
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  1. AnonymousDecember 15, 2011 at 4:11 AM

    I really enjoy in this poem how you start from generally describing, what seems to me, someone who told a lie or someone who the entire time has put up a disguise in front of others and then you get personal towards the end, combining it with some great imagery of nature and weather.

    "that once natural condition for the people to learn from". If you're talking about telling the truth, I have felt the exact same way.

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  2. Edgar VillatoroDecember 17, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    You are a great analyzer. Great catch on where I was heading and what I was talking about. Everything you guessed is correct.

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  3. Philippa DrakeJanuary 22, 2012 at 5:09 AM

    A very profound image of the lie and the pain it can cause.

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