“There’s a lot going on in the world.”
He quipped as he cattishly curled
Upon the couch and unfurled
A booklet of archaic prose
His weary mind purposely chose
It’s content a pleasant repose
When modern day madmen have mauled
The truth so much progress is stalled
A simpler time is recalled
With hope that we somehow achieve
A future where we learn to weave
Our dreams with facts all can believe.
Are You Reading Me?
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