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With potent, flowery words speak I,

Of something common, vulgar, dry;
I weave webs of pedantic prose,
In effort to befuddle those,
Who think I wile time away,
In lofty things, above all day
The common kind that linger where
Monadic beings live and fare;
Practical I may not be,
But life, it seems, is full of me!

User So Over It
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Like a conundrum or a riddle
User Levent Divilioglu
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