May 2, 2011
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In this world,
Things can be sought,
In this world,
Things can be bought.

But if one,
May be neither,
It may be Wisdom,
For like a flower it to, blossoms.

And as wisdom like a flower,
Spreads it's petals,
At an hour,
You will receive it as a medal.

Of dirt and clay,
May this medal be made of,
For if wisdom may have its way,
This medal may be a dove.

So today,
Laugh not at a fool,
As behind a mask,
Can hide any face.

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