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 Poem #18This poem can ’t figure outWhether it's a distracted daydreamOr the proof of one who pays attentionTo all the divergence of the existent.It ’s both, one cannot doubt.How can you conjure visionsWithout the careful quiltingOf all observed quickenings?My son, my daughter,Carbon, iron, oxygen.Even the flights of imagination:Gryphon, unicorn, fire breathing dragon.There ’s nothing ever new under the sun,Just ever more interesting combinations.12/15/20

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - December 15, 2020 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs