The euqivocation was misleading.
You thought you had won the golden ticket
But she never really let you in,
And you only had your wounds to heal.
So from this day forward
No tergiversation.
Only candid, frank, reliable conversation.
It was crystal clear now,
The tune pitch perfect.
In your hallway, behind a freshly
Slammed door, you stood erect,
Disappointed at being the
Losing candidate.
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