My younger sister, growing not so young,
found out that I might be not quite dumb.
Puzzled, she exclaimed in surprise:
I got once a photo of this guy
which was very frank indeed,
yet through no scrutiny could I find,
not even with a mighty glass,
anything of what seems to hide
in the dark recesses of his mind.
Why, all I saw was the dear,
old, well known stuff!
Which proves once again
that appearances are
but a cheap and vulgar bluff.
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Stan Sýkora, Arese, April 1997
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