so much happens
under the table, behind
closed doors,
in secret.
whispered voices
are upon us. big
smiles and flag waving.
the truth is part sunshine,
part shadow.
few stand naked
at the podium
and say here it is.
make of me
what you will. vote
yes or no, but this is
who I am. imperfect
and flawed, but willing.
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