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Ignorance My Bliss
I know nothing of
where the wild geese go
other than been told
by those with loftier eye
I know little of where
the natural streams flow
if not for those who have
thought to journey and try
I cannot say, whether heaven
nor hell, my loved ones passed
are yet silent. Content not to know
till after I go, if the knowing remain
respectfully compliant.
Copyright ©
Joe Dimino
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