MOTE, MOTE, WHO HAS THE MOTE?

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MOTE, MOTE, WHO HAS THE MOTE?

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When someone can't admit faults in themselves

Then they must find, or invent

Faults in others

Which is most unfortunate

Because we can't go into someone else's head

Tinker around, fix their malfunctions

While are own minds are right there

Hood up, diagnostic lights flashing

Ready to be repaired, the broken parts replaced

Maybe even some detailing

So we look as spiffy on the outside

As we have become on the inside

Once proper maintenance and repairs are done.

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