Sometimes I think I know nothin

But how would I know ?

You know ?

Include me out.

Gotta turn ov-a the clean foot.

Begin on a new slate.

Start out on a right leaf

Through the pages.

I’m screechless.

It is but a pimento of my depreciation.

It is the very pineapple of Imaginality.

Conflagrations are in ord-a

Of appearance.

Strike while the sun shines.

Make hay while the iron is hot.

Don’t go barkin up a dead horse,

Heedless of the circumcisions.

It goes without prayin

For Rain.

Sometimes I think I know,

But sometimes I just Don’t Know.

You Know ?

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