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Vanities In front of a mirror pulling out gray hairs my wife tries to seem younger: ah, how vanity shapes our affairs! In front of a stack of books devouring page after page I make vain attempts to become wiser yet am confronted with examples of my stupidity each day. In front of a computer analyzing production arrays a friend seeks power yet as his stock on life dwindles death is all he'll gain Beauty, wisdom, riches, fame offer no refuge for any in human frames Such gifts (it seems) are beyond our feeble reach & eventually all notions of "I" and "you" must cease |
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