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Possibly the shortest poem I've ever written, if it's even a poem?
The man who knows what knows nothing,
And the man who knows how knows little.
But the man who knows why knows all there is to know;
of knowledge, nonsense and the weather.
And the man who knows how knows little.
But the man who knows why knows all there is to know;
of knowledge, nonsense and the weather.
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Please put this on my gravestone.
