Want To Know
What in heads are carried ‘round?
A billion thoughts in those abound?
Never trust a stranger’s face
There in his head, a woeful place?
Tender reach from head to head
Others mind to him are dead
Knowledge paths are but a guess
Numerous as moves, in a game of chess
Order out of chaos brings
Wonder over many things
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