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Assumptions
A raccoon goes running by
Lamenting and wringing his hands,
This could be the end
Of my piano playing days,
A woman running behind
Waving a broom and screaming,
Stop! Stop! Stop!
I’ll
end your days and ways!
You’ll never catch him,
Why are you chasing him?
Taking cookies through my window
T’ill I slammed it down on him.
What about his piano playing?
He doesn’t play the piano!
How do you know?
Because he is a raccoon,
Raccoons can’t play the piano!
I have a dog who sings opera.
Your dog can’t sing opera!
How do you know?
Because he’s a dog,
Dogs can’t sing opera!
My dear woman, that’s the
Problem with the world,
We’re running on assumptions,
Everyone thinks they know
What can and cannot be.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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