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If my hands could know the warp and weft– of all there is to touch,
If my voice knew all the ranges– of verse and song and such,
If my eyes could see all the beauty– without a moron’s stare,
If I only knew the words to write– exactly what was there,
If my mind could fully comprehend — all there is to learn;
Then I would take a smiling step– toward the waiting urn!! …