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| Poor Reception |
Walking down a two-way street
I came upon a two-way fork
Two demands sprang up at once
Three roads to take, which one to walk
On top of all these questions
Piled up high on my tumult
Completely lacking in direction home
Nor Cheshire Cat one might consult
Absent landmarks one would recognise
Providing hooks that hang in space
Giving clues that those who came before
May have found the perfect place
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