Once
a crook
He
never say it straight
There
is the caution
The
history of his time
No
doubt everyone knows
Second
chances should walk
The
back lanes to the front rows
Telling
it is the honest change
The
public are worried
The
play of words to the fore
Hit
the balls but nothing landed
Is
that the change or an illusion?
“I
am no crook”
The
doors are locked
The
gate are barred
No
questions should be asked
Leaving
us to worry
The
changing patterns
The
core issues no change
Unless
it is disclosed to the public
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