Wisdom, by Rohn |
I walked a dark wood, With the pale sky falling in paler pieces to the ground, And met an owl, Poised, ready to ask its question. Rather ask why, I said, Or perhaps how. The answer to either might tell me all. |
Posted: 2010-05-24 22:35:36 UTC |
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