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Cognitive Sharpness

I've given myself some ideal times to reckon. My musings meander for no apparent reason I don't settle what to predict on the challenge. Where I'm being idling within the lucid adage, Notwithstanding, it is thus somewhere out there. With his pensiveness perfectly elsewhere, It's likely the case that this would be creedal. Suspicions, then again, may as well tweedle. It is helpful to inquire over evoking glints pitch. That could only hit the one to maul his switch. My surmise is this is a direct result of reality. You're adding a snide view on my apparency. From the edges of your lowly litters' haven, It's vital to grasp I would instead foil this beckon.
Written: January 12, 2022
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Pandit Avatar
January 13, 2022 at 4:15 AM
Thoughts pondering the world of cognition. Your muse is active and sharp, Lasaad.
Buhagiar Avatar
January 13, 2022 at 12:27 AM
I too marvel at the vastness of your vocabulary. My language is not English so my vocabulary tends to be simple. Still I can understand your arguments and arrive at some conclusion. Well writ.
George Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 10:27 PM
I often stumble on your words and fall headlong on your vocabulary ! Remarkable !!
Deo Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 8:12 PM
I love the image accompanying your unique writing: plus "What if I'm ok and don't know it." Amazing jolt, LT
Hankins Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 7:29 PM
Love your rhymes, Lasaad, especially "creedal" and "tweedle." I often find myself "idling within the lucid...."
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