Walking with my mind

Walking with my mind

there’s treasures I can find

and lots of garbage too

that I need not renew.

Out with the old;

all things grown cold.

In with the new

where wisdom grew.

But remember the trees,

lifes’ forest are these.

Their wisdom sublime,

it grows over time.

So on Spring Cleaning day

do not throw away

the wisdom of ages

wrapped in a trees pages.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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