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Thing Half-baked Were Better Raw

Groping in the half-light
With nothing on the ball:
Half an education
Is worse than none at all.

See the worker digging
In his muddy ditch?
He is quite contented–
Which is better, which?

Wish I were a magnate
And owned a swimming pool;
Half an education,
So I but wish and drool.

Never worse nor better–
Always in between;
Looking for the pastures
Far away and green;

Always I’m lamenting;
This my private Hell.
Have you any children?
Educate them well.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 23, 1943

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Student Body

In wild chagrin the ocean roars;
The cascade thunders loud and long;
Lake waters lap; the river snores;
The narrow creek is bubbling song.
Between two hills, beneath tall spires
Of trees, the pond in silence glistens;
But oh the wisdom she acquires
While little sister lies and listens!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 3, 1951

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Meagre Essay On The Facts Of Life

I know for sure so many things,
And guess at many others:
Like boys are made of noise and springs,
And girls should mind their mothers.

The moon, of course, is not green cheese ;
The stars aren’t hanging jewels;
Ice is something that won’t freeze,
And horses aren’t mules.

I feel the auto’s here to stay;
TV’s a way of life;
I sense that lying doesn’t pay,
Especially to a wife.

I would pass out much more info–
I’m sure the starved world needs it–
Except for one more fact I know: —
Nobody ever reads it.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 3, 1951

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Bliss

I’m one who very much prefers
You shoo from me philosophers
And others who are on the brink
Of making me, of all things, think;
For of the two, considered dumbness
Is rather worse, I think, than numbness.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 11, 1951