Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Nausea by K.V. Sart


The girl didn’t know and she came to ask me
“How do you know what you know?”
And I didn’t know so I asked her
“How do you know what you know?”
Which puzzled her not in the slightest
And she spoke to me sweetly and said
“I don’t”

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