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by theia »
There once was a fella called Arn,
...debonair, full of good grace and charm.
Yet he came very near
To upsetting theia...
A serious cause for alarm.
I'll knit you a cardi, he told her one day,
Since Betty will not give her brown one away.
Dear theia was moved
And it never occurred
That Arnie might fail to live up to his word.
But fail her he did...
And she waited in vain
For the cardi he promised in purl and in plain.
N'er again will she listen to the words of a man
With promises, false, of a brown cardigan. :-1
Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answers...Rainer Maria Rilke