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The Unexpected Question

The unexpected Question

Give me the answer!
Now!

Just the facts
If you please
(Or even if you don’t please)

What’s the 4-1-1?
Cut to the chase
Just get to it, man!

Get to the heart of the matter
Just tell me what I need to know

Grasping and running
Gasping and spinning
So many “answers”
Precious little time

Place expediency ahead of contemplation
And witness the birth of cleverness

Answer on top of answer
A monument to modern life
Each answer firmly rooted
In the precariously positioned
Answer just below it

Wisdom would say
“To ask a better question
Is to build on a firm foundation”

To change course
The ship’s captain
Must turn the Great Wheel

Ask the unexpected question

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