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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