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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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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