We were all pretty sure the sky was blue
Though no one would put it in writing
And take the risk of one day being proved wrong.

Was it so wrong not to tempt fate? So wrong
To wriggle off the hook, and not risk feeling blue
At later, maybe, having to waste time righting

A wrong easily avoidable by just not writing
Anything? It was all right, then, not to write, right? Wrong:
We had a chance to take a stand — a chance we blew:

To say, Blue; or, Not blue; be right, or wrong; and nothing riding on it.

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