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By Jack Joseph Smith
Quiet
Questions are quiet, they begin that way
Sensitive, from where it starts, most times
there is truth in a question, not to say
asking is not seperate from what you really
want to know; right and wrong with the same
sword, romantic about the lance, which is
tossing something further; they walked out
on the last ridge they had, as you have to
all the time take a real interest about eat-
ing in the desert; alot of information in your
brain, and absolutely nothing in your head.
About as clean as the corner you catch out of your eye
You can't take the beginning and the end, and
make it amusing; you can not even extract the
middle, the cord of life;
Everything
and doing over again,
is of course impossible