A Tale of Two Tuesdays by Raymond A. Foss
It was a great day, it was a lousy day to be in the academy She snarled, they barked at the other would that the answer was clear to naked eyes on whose perception was real which view of the facts held water Where fault lies dark, eluding definition, conclusions or where it boldly asserts its sway over the facts of the day the truth to be discerned, like tea leaves read by the sages, unraveling tangled tortured logic in the argument left unresolved, unmet needs hang heavy in the air begging for solution clarity, ending where it began with opinion, perception of Tuesday
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