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Poem Number 408
I won't begin with that Sigmund, that's just a trick, my friend
Not on a philosopher's stone, I write on a minister's stone as the Gospel spins
Without an end your theories float by, without a beginning these neurons get high
when your ready to start any day will do, there'll be no more to write, but plenty to do
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