How I miss the bliss!
There are times
Occasionally, if not often
That I wish things were different
And I had no file and no case
To read, to turn to, and remember
Or
Could not recall what I can
Could not read what I have
Could not become depressed
As I do, of knowing…
Where is the bliss of not knowing?
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