O, how I love the childish things,
The things of no consequence,
That cause my mind to stall,
The burning topics of that day
The red-hot news,
That isn’t really news at all;
How I love to hear excited chatter,
Delivered earnestly,
Intended to enthral,
Telling me absolutely nothing
Of any real importance
Except the most important thing of all
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Paul Gerard Reed (
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A lovely poem Paul that emphasizes that what the world calls important is not in the scope of things. Lovely
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