Unsuspecting
There is a natty kind of mind
That slicks its thoughts,
Culls its oughts,
Trims its views, Prunes its trues,
and never suspects it is a rind.
That slicks its thoughts,
Culls its oughts,
Trims its views, Prunes its trues,
and never suspects it is a rind.
—Jean Toomer
"He never went out without a
book under his arm, and he
often came back with two."
from: Les Misérables
by: Victor Hugo
Janice Brock
Eider Astrain
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