Beware the Ides of March
Beware the Ides of March he said
And soon thereafter he was dead,
How intuitive are they who know
How much longer they have to go,
Would you like to know the day
Or more precisely know the way?
I think not when thinking about it
The mystery doesn’t bother a bit.
written August 3, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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