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Deleting the Copy

There is a lot of information out there we may all be in overload mode. Oh how to be simple in intricacy, oh the enormity. I take out my ever moving mind lead it into the park where the sky is also moving. Time is the culprit the impostor the script writer. I should delete all the thoughts in this poem forever, but I will make a copy anyway. It's in my DNA.

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