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Sunday, December 29, 2019
Cogito, Ergo Cogito Sum
Just when you think
You’ve thought
Everything through
And left—as they say—
No stone unturned
Behind you, guess who
Turns up unannounced
And incognito, affecting
A pronounced stony silence
And turns everything upside
Down on his return.
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