Any help anywhere?

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Is man great?

He has a mind

That has a mind of its own

Whimsical; like a tornado.

 

Such is the wilderness

And freedom of my mind,

Even Alexander the Great,

Could never break it.

 

A fancy once caught in its web,

Is but a poor fly,

Trapped in a spider’s net –

Constantly agitating till it dies.

 

Visions of pink in nature’s garb

Flutter before my eyes

However hard I close them.

Any help in sight anywhere?

11th October 1994

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