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I note with keen alertness
The object now presented
As something quite incongruous
On second thoughts, demented
Is this scene somehow fictitious
An imposition during sleep
Or nothing more than light illusion
In rapid rivers running deep
Who is fooling who I ask
This exposition all a mess
Leaving me to face disorderly
But to never acquiesce
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