A general nonsense

Is lingering about

In a wierd way

Around town

Where the cacti grow strange

And the wind blows mild

A bit of nonsense

Is making its way


From news to views

Everyone plays a part

In the path they choose

For now

I heed only to the fact

That there is high levels of uncertainty

So certainly

There is a skeptisim



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