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About This Poem
Mischievous
We seek to do what we're told
not to,
regardless of the consequence.
Rebellious in nature, none to
few,
yearning for the suspense.
Our inner soul yearns to be
bad,
with little regard for the rules.
We let loose the little nomad,
who excels at being the fool.
We try to control it, without
success,
for it often raises it's ugly head.
And though the results cause
us stress,
and the damage is always
widespread.
Some say it's the Devil within.
Just look in the mirror, it's you
my friend.
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