I wear a shirt of lies,
woven by my silver tongue.
But now it's not my size,
And by it I'll soon be hung.
I see you daftly sitting
in that crafted chair.
You yourself are knitting
a shirt for you to wear.
Please stop and hear me
stop sewing silver strings of strife.
The truth is a better currency
to spend throughout your life.
The Deceitful Thread
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Being born with dyslexia, becoming a writer was not the first thing Seth Corry had in mind; however, it was inevitable, as he has been creatively slapping words together for most of his life. Taking inspiration from history, folklore, and nature, he spins yarns unmistakably his own and always with a healthy dose of the weird and wild.