Never Trust Them

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They nearly always appear friendly

They walk straight and tall

With no outward hint of the

Small crooked creatures they truly are

They come off as loyal

But betrayal is with them always

They seem to bring luck and comfort

But cause painful, troublesome times

Hear them if you must

But do not listen

Travel them if they can be a benefit

But never trust them

Deal with them with caution

Do not let them sway you.

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