There’s A Lot I Don’t Know
There’s a lot I don’t know—
like how pineapples grow.
Who invented the marshmallow
and spelled it that way?
Who was first to lie
a head upon a pillow?
Why is blue blue—
not red?
All answers I can
most likely find.
But not the kind profound—
the synchronistic moment,
unfounded fear,
prayers that work
and
Why always salty tears?
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I guess we could
look it up on Wikipedia
but that wouldn’t be
as fun as reading your poem