Stories old,
they are of gold,
the truth be told yes they are old.
But no more – are they of gold?
Please behold
who has control,
to keep those stories now untold.
Those with control are bold – they’ll troll.
Stories old,
stories told,
stories sold,
stories trolled.
Old, told, sold, trolled today untold.
To read them now is far too bold.
Those stories now get hot if told?
Into the flames are they to go?
(The Random Poet:06202020
www.therandompoet.com)
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