"...Amidst an Unsure Thought Fest,
Arose a Plenty Tempest
from a Bosom Poignantly Upheaval'd
to Turmoil an Intellect Unparalleled
Where and How is but a Must to Ask
Can't let lie Ramblings in a Cask
Nitegrities Etching on the Block
Ain't no Merit to be part of the Flock
Fleeting Pursuits high on Enumerate
Purpose Unfulfilled quite in Exuberate..."
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