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Book 27 Page 46
Un likely teachers
I complained that I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.
And this man who had no feet complained that he had no clutches,
until he met a me, the man who had feet but still complained of having no shoes.
For in meeting me the man realized just how trivial complaining could be.
We were both each others most unlikely teachers, but it did the trick, we both stopped complaining.
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au dominicj7@poetry.net.au Created on 9/8/00