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Pretty Well
The hypocrites hanged me from the shortest tree,
but I saw more rope hanging down, leading up,
so I climbed higher and went over, around,
and through, and lo, there were more people
up there than you ever would have imagined,
and some of them I got along with pretty well, too.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.