A closed open mind.
When I close the door to my mind,
I ensure I leave a window open.
I have to let some air in,
But leaving an entrance agape
is just asking for trouble.
Its a tranquil summer scene outside.
The grass is green,
the sky is blue,
the birds are singing,
ignorance is bliss.
I smile.
With a knowing chuckle
I realise I have left my window open.
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