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She Winks
 




JUSTICE, that strange image some see foreign,
WHILE others label an oxymoron;
SHE, blindfolded in one eye, stands and stares,
WINKS the second at political affairs.
AT some she lifts an eye-brow and that’s all,
CRIMES'consequence a penalty so small;
STUMBLES with the weight which she should carry
ON lenience for Tom, for Dick and Harry.
INNOCENCE plays soft ‘til proof of guilt;
SOMETIMES not worth that fret and sweat be spilt.


Quote (in the vertical)
Samuel Butler










By cherryk

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