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Beating around the Bush...Hush there is a rush Heylo But why the push.. All this mush mush... and Beating around the Bush... The science of Signs Is part of your design All this chaos and glooss and Much Ado about nothing .. Playing your dice Pennywise or Poundwise whats my role In that control For they are like feathers who have their own weathers.. Sometimes in Sometimes out... Sometimes hanging without.... Fake or Real... Question not clear... Reason and Reasoning Out as a splinter Why miss in this mess The music all around History is Passe No sooner when Things fall in their own places... For Daddy Genie said Alls well that Ends Well... And End is So Boring...... Act two Scene three The number of plays replete In one somber life Thickening Plot if you got Act excited for you never know not When it might go lean And you got to change your routine... So enjoy the beat...Enjoy the Bush... But dont beat around the Bush
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