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| © Michael Leunig Saturday Age April 4, 2015 |
The thing I love the most
Is to be undiagnosed
I want to be a mystery to myself
Unexplained and inconclusive
Unto myself elusive
Like a spirit or a pixie or an elf.
And this moonlit part of me
So untroubled and so free
Would never understand but could adore
As I'd wander and I'd beam
With a deep unknowing gleam
And I'd see a world I'd never seen before.
by Michael Leunig.
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