From
ChRONS AND MAXIMS

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...Sometimes I want the world
To balance on the tip point of an ear –
For then, perhaps, ingenious ideas,
Those scattered in a lot of different places
Of planet populated by the fools,
At last will flow into one certain head.
Must be I am a helpless altruist.
Oh give me, give me fulcrum, give me foothold!
I'll put my foot in it that very moment,
And, maybe, something will come out of it.

© Katy J. Trend