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Mystique

What is life? For I grew tasty to be The most foolish, explored The library and balustrade Of foolery, for many a good time, But in the line, undeciphered That the most foolish I could ever Get was ever going to be the startline For another! So I turned back to knowing, that I, too, May acquire it and be counted a wiseman. I did read many a wisebook and thought Many a wisethought but, yet again, it was Dawned on me that I was never ever going To be the wiseman my taste craved, and that I was a fool with permanent folly! Hence, I turned to my mother and cried To her of my dilemma. She advised me to toe wiselines. I asked her how wise could I ever be? Then she gave me an answer that ever Makes man sigh and hiss like a serpent!

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