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The wise old man He sat on a rock Eagerly waiting for inspiration Sorry to say A blank was before him God – Even he Said nothing And The wise old man’s Blank Undermined his cherished conviction That patient waiting Could Open ways of inspiration and Understanding Leading him to Declare with satisfaction that Not to be or Think, was the Way. Yes! That was the best He felt it was his Inspiration of the day! Not to be! – That he Knew, was the way!
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