It was the one armed man
Who came from Japan
And sold sand....
He was the man
From Afgan
Who sold slam....
That day with Imam
We prayed in Iran
And all the one armed men had hands...
Sometimes observations lead you down paths of wonder...
Sometimes I wonder at a world view. One where everyone knew, knew who knew you. One so tiny it could blow off your shoe with the sight of what one could be tying, up in the minds of Cindy-Lou Who's...A world view where everyone, in Whoville, knew what everyone knew. If we all knew what the other did, we'd have a small world view...
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