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The gift, the blessing of
diversities tag,
Is more than the costume, regalia, or rag.
The promise of so many taught interests,
Often go by, missed by unlearned guests.
If there is a practice of some ancient ritual?
Have we picked up the fanciful?
Origins become lost in a history of lore?
We watch wondering about time or score.
How carefully we try to avoid a rut.
Back again we all go allowing habits to jut.
No matter we reach for freedom's thinking,
Path of least resistance until we are stinking. |
