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Delusion and Reference (Paranoia) Once there was only one, not fun, So then this became two, did moo, But my mum thought there were two, There was her, and then guess who, God said this, that, she said, like glue, So her and Him had chats with another one, This to me made still two in the room, But the room had three to happy her, And to the other one with her, further, They deludedly found her valid and clever, So they never hissed at her nor did mur, Such that to them in the room done, There were also three in the room there hun, Not to be bred, so him and her and Yun, Simmered my symptoms which decayed, My youth and I was subjugated dismayed, Such that I am now discharged recently, Not newly promoted without ropes concisely, Didn't want to placate the man walking behind, Erroneous paranoia is best left to fester inside, And so I don't know why health professionals sit, Without asserting this mistake of faith which does slit, Numbers - if functionally for other people and the kids, There’s three, and her factor always liaisons her upper lids, Then there are three real people in the room, lipids, To them, at medical appointments, healthcare visits, Meetings, excuse the syllogising of a sought parallax hits: So the real converser, the professional, they must cohere, That mum’s views may be quietly rejected unsaid, Subtly accepted but then bypassed in favour of the kid, Who needs to be pulled up from the pit of loneliness, bid, By the health professional who must relinquish resolutely - Through paperwork just to file away the sinner here absolutely, Because ABC to me means that there's two in the room, When there’s only two in the room, tested, there's two chemically, boom, Since hormones cannot combine with a metaphysical being to boon, He will loon when dislocated occupations and displacement loom - A mathematician is not an essayist and neither a fit bit a goon; And therefore, please remember that you become what you've done, Not what you've sung and altered, so when healthcare workers are spun, You get paranoia, not mum by ego, if they don't bravely come into the sun.

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Delusion and Reference

Delusion and Reference (Paranoia) Once there was only one, not fun, So then this became two, did moo, But my mum thought there were two, There was her, and then guess who, God said this, that, she said, like glue, So her and Him had chats with another one, This to me made still two in the room, But the room had three to happy her, And to the other one with her, further, They deludedly found her valid and clever, So they never hissed at her nor did mur, Such that to them in the room done, There were also three in the room there hun, Not to be bred, so him and her and Yun, Simmered my symptoms which decayed, My youth and I was subjugated dismayed, Such that I am now discharged recently, Not newly promoted without ropes concisely, Didn't want to placate the man walking behind, Erroneous paranoia is best left to fester inside, And so I don't know why health professionals sit, Without asserting this mistake of faith which does slit, Numbers - if functionally for other people and the kids, There’s three, and her factor always liaisons her upper lids, Then there are three real people in the room, lipids, To them, at medical appointments, healthcare visits, Meetings, excuse the syllogising of a sought parallax hits: So the real converser, the professional, they must cohere, That mum’s views may be quietly rejected unsaid, Subtly accepted but then bypassed in favour of the kid, Who needs to be pulled up from the pit of loneliness, bid, By the health professional who must relinquish resolutely - Through paperwork just to file away the sinner here absolutely, Because ABC to me means that there's two in the room, When there’s only two in the room, tested, there's two chemically, boom, Since hormones cannot combine with a metaphysical being to boon, He will loon when dislocated occupations and displacement loom - A mathematician is not an essayist and neither a fit bit a goon; And therefore, please remember that you become what you've done, Not what you've sung and altered, so when healthcare workers are spun, You get paranoia, not mum by ego, if they don't bravely come into the sun.