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The Second of February
There's only the day the whole long year,
That I hope and pray the sun won't appear.
The second of February, you all know,
The groundhog goes searching for his shadow.
If he should find it, the story is told,
We'll have six more weeks of winter's cold.
But if it is cloudy, his shadow's not there,
There'll soon be warm weather and days will be fair.
So please, Mr. Sun, for just this one day.
Find a big dark cloud - and stay away!
-Unknown
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows.
~Edmund Burke
Everyone in the Middle Ages believed -as Aristotle had -that the heart was the seat of intelligence.
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