I Met A Seer Poem by Stephen Crane
I Met A Seer
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I met a seer.
He held in his hands
The book of wisdom.
"Sir," I addressed him,
"Let me read."
"Child -- " he began.
"Sir," I said,
"Think not that I am a child,
For already I know much
Of that which you hold.
Aye, much."
He smiled.
Then he opened the book
And held it before me. --
Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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4/17/2024 1:49:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wise words, nobody is as smart as we all are.