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A Sonnet To Thought
Every transparent thing, like love and hate
has affected me all my days
moving me in a pattern named fate
which twists and turns in mysterious ways
Like a diamond in the rough
I sometimes show valor
To me it seems enough
For my enemies to cower
If knowledge is power
Then I should be strong
For I use thought in places sour
And end where I belong
I search within for the answer
Look to the sky for a cue
That he, the unknown dancer
Will give me a clue
To these things of which I tell
Are how I will live within my cell

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