Letters from some Friends # 10.


"The difference between the right word
and the almost-right word
is the difference between lightning
and the lightning-bug "

And come to think of it the difference
between tall tales
and lying
may just be such a difference
if you don’t count
the forest fires that follow.

Yes, I knew such a man,
topped every story
with one so full of glory.
he almost sent the country to war.
He was such a liar
that when he expired
with a note on his chest
"Blame no one, now that I’m dead.
It was by my own virtue-led hand."

And the town refused to bury him
He was such a liar—
he most certainly was not dead.
Besides now
the country was at war.

L. Fullington

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