Maybe a tinge a trace a note
An almost meant not said
The act of hiding in plain sight
Shows something else instead
In the screen of muddy waters
indiscreet with mild deceit
The unashamed will deign to feign
A shady hand on two left feet
It is the way of human code
So many missives in a crib
A falsifying bright white lie
In taradiddle’s con ad-lib
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