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I woke up with an inkling
Of what I can’t be sure
A feeling of excitement
Beyond my locked front door
I searched for any reasons why
That something may be hid
Whether locked away or not
Or if I knew not if it did
Still, I struggled with my inkling
In the hope that I am sure
Whilst feeling more. uncertainty
Did I infringe a proven law
More and more it seemed to me
How certain inklings may excite
That an inkling proving anything
Is unlikely born outright?
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