Makes promises
He cannot keep.

He is a liar
And I don’t
Like him



Note:  Boy, could I write a book about this one?!  Having spent the early part of my life looking more often backward than ahead for inspiration, it took me some time to figure out the error of that pursuit!  I do not wax nostalgic anymore—at least, it is only on rare occasion that I do.    Indeed, even with politics, I look back on the beginning of our nation with disappointment and wish that we could organize ourselves to do better NOW!

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