Existence 2
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Abdul Wahab
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Have me appeared as a sack of meat
Or a mould of clay mix with blood
Or just a frame with bone and flesh
But that is not me with a head.
In that head I contain something
And occasionally I bring that forth
You may know the man by name
But you know not my intrinsic worth.
Essence of life to one may be many a thing
But insinuation of my existence is intellect
Intelligence counts and counts the most
That part of that me you must not neglect.
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