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Philosophy
In
the unweeded garden of the heart
the dog Philosophy goes
and he wonders if this is a foxglove
and he wonders if this is a rose
and he marks out his patch O so carefully
and the stench goes right up his nose
and he buries his bones and he digs them all up
and he wonders why none of them grows
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Godfrey
Rust 1986, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here
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