A dying breed, the ones who know
They do not see the emperor's clothes,And if to sophistry we turn,
We doom ourselves to never learn.Yet still there is a charm in tales
We tell ourselves, so lies prevail.When our reflections don't align
It is our eyes we redesign,While our perceptions large distend
And we continue to pretend.I too am guilty, for I find
Dissembling to be so kind.Forever naked we will roam
For such delusions find no home.
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!