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Rhinoceurosis pt. II: Nincompoops
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Extended Poetry A watched pot never boils
A woken baby never born
A plucked flower never sown
A placid life never flown
The earth is a rubber ball
To the hand of the beholder
Spinning the days
On his finger
Oh, meet the maker
Save your life
This must be how it is
No better explanation
So why try for better?
We’re all mundane
We’re all nincompoops
