poetry

Miss Riddler To You

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I can’t lie, if I do, I won’t be taken seriously, 

I have a need to check first before speaking, or show up mysteriously. 

The bat of an eye never lets you down easily, 

failure more than once, renders you cheesy. 

To owe under oath, is two too many times, 

I go for accuracy in both, 

in needs to bind. What am I?

Answer: Promises

By Tamara Dorsey-Moore

Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended.

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