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A Lesson Not Learned - July 8, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 7
  • 1 min read

on our weekly Sunday call,

I or my brother opened Pandora’s

Box and Trump slipped out

 

in heated interrupting cross-talk

the violence in my voice raised my

blood pressure as my heart fled

 

that’s when I lied and said

I had to go, then lied even

more when I said “I love you”

 

seems I can only seethe or love,

being right kicks away affection

caring doesn’t care about being right

 

I hope we never have to choose

sides in another civil war and

point guns at each other

 

I’m afraid of which brother

I might see crouching there

 
 
 

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