I am a simple man Who would walk a simple mile To write a simple verse To bring a simple smile. There is no hidden depth, No twisted mystery. Open is each thought For everyone to see. If a thought were hidden, No one would know the meaning. All would then interpret To gather their own gleaning. Tho, one might say, hereafter, "This is what he meant", I'm not so sure that bird dog Would be on the scent. But, if I write that simple verse As I walk that simple mile, You'll know the simple meaning And give that simple smile. By L. B. Strawn February 27, 1993 COPYRIGHT 1994 |
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