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Witless

Their clueless inane fangs of reed 
Strive to bite what's made of steel; 
Deriding the stronger sinew of virtue
They cling onto feeble foibles untrue.

To headache more reasonable head
Is the very principal aim they're bred...
These pithy bothersome numbskulls 
Coined with dimmest grasp that lulls. 

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