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Fickle is the human mind,

As it flirts with each passing fancy;

Chasing uncouth dreams,

Lost in the delirium of social whims!

 

In its myriad turns and ordered chaos

There’s more often than naught

A dearth of self –

To which it is either

 Un-enlightened or indifferent.

 

Whistling bawdy tunes,

Sweet toothed on binary codes,

It’s balanced on a tightrope

Over fire and brimstone.

 

 

 

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