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| To Know Thyself
To enumerate my faults, ad nauseam To delineate my logic, in the positive column I need family for handlebars and vices; Memories of bliss, moments in crisis. The Armenian said, "You think to many Maybe your head crowded-you too skinny." If I prayed Hail Mary and meant it each day; I could cease to question and ease away. Empty and secure, I could finally lie. Then, I could lay down, and easily die. |