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If you forget the forest, the lake,
You are one shade paler. Imagine
You returned to high school, how
Disconsolate you would grow. Chagrin
Doesn’t begin to tell it. You have
Forgotten, haven’t you? Sometime
There’s a weed you have to look real hard
To see, you might think some number’s prime
When it’s not. That’s why we have
This river of fire. Once in a while
We have to disappear. Try
To come out, this time, without guile.
Yaacov David Shulman