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Infinite Knowledge


Stranded on an island

with little but my clothes on my back.

If one thing I am allowed,

though it may be considered many things;

infinite knowledge would keep company.

Survival comes easy,

And imagination unlimited,

While maitaining sanity,

No friends accompany me.

A lonely existence follows,

but with great new thoughts

comes invention and happiness.

 
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