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My Mind


And here I stand,

With my mind and me

To orchestrate my ability.

I can count the sand

Or analyze the land.

Anything I see,

Belongs to Me.

Because the mind that moves the hand

 

What can stop a powerful mind?

No Sphinx's Riddles,

Or Devil's fiddles,

There is no answer I cannot find.

Nothing can put me in a pickle,

When I have me and my mind

 

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