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I’m walking down Main street
when, at the Gratzi,
Frank Sinatra tells me
“everybody has
the right to be wrong.”

He’s right. It’s a good thing to keep in mind,
but I seldom do.
It’s hard when you’re
the one being wronged.

So, I keep walking.
He keeps carrying on,
but I don’t understand what
he’s saying. I’m busy being
worried about being wronged.