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Nonsensical Sense

Bee ewe in a whirled of not yous

Shore, it mite knot make scents to begin

It might be hard two take that first step

Butt in time awl the meaning fits in 

 

Jumbled up letters fined meaning

In thyme yew will find yore own path

Who cares if you chews the long rowed

Who said that they found the write map?

 

Who cares if it starts off as nonsense

And who cares if it don’t fit the mould

At the end of the day

We’re still learning,

We’ll bee learning until wee are old

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