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Quietly he sits and thinks,
Underneath the shady elm.
Ever wondering about life’s mysteries,
Searching for answers to this strange realm.
The answers seem so far away,
It seems he may never know.
One answer leads to more questions,
New paths to help him grow.
Someday.

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