Someone was mistaken …

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Someone was mistaken, she said, there are no heroes.
Someone was deceived, she said, there are no saints,
no prisoners, no presidents, no novices or nieces.
Someone has been revised, there are no originals.
Someone let out the mice, but there were no traps,
no cats, no ferrets, no boas, no constrictors.
Someone was identified, though no one was suspected.
Someone was mystified, she said, there are no sheriffs.
Someone was debouched, debauched, delighted, but
no one else worked by antimonies, dichotomies,
or opposites or opiates or concatenations.
It was all apple pie, all the time, to all of them.

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