Utopia - Poem by Kebe Iwara
Two houses converged on a yellow wood
and there two neighbours stood-
the old occupant, the other just new
of the old yellow wood both took a view.
The one saw just the old yellow wood
the other thought it had a mood.
The old occupant said he saw what was true
but the other what he knew.
The neighbour who was new
said he knew what was true.
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