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Perfection is an illusive pastime, an unending quest that hides delusion in uncharted diversions on life's path; Distractions litter obsession's by-pass, obstacles spring up unannounced,by chance, opportunity deflates in despair; Again,again the siren's call beckons innocent naivety to regard- mediocrity nervously breaks down.

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