mental exercise
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Something is fundamentally wrong.
Unless his blue eyes were created only to look
Downward,
At a ground that can hardly support their murky weight.
Strange, isn't it?
when life proves wisdom
and exchange of wit
the strife in being dumb
calls us, so young. The
toils come over.
Hardships sung. We,
as youth, gave labor.
