The Things I don't Know

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    The Things I don't Know

     They walk down the street,
    With the ease of a cat.
    Some humming a lilt,
    Some adjusting their hat.

    With a bounce to their step,
    And an aim to their stride.
    There's no way of telling,
    What their trying to hide.

    It may be good fortune,
    It may be a mess.
    But the best I can do,
    Is just sit here and quess.

    So I'll look and I'll gaze,
    At their non-chalant stroll.
    And continue to mull,
    On the things I don't know.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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