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Logorrhea |
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independent of the brain |
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not a moment to reflect |
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only time to wick up the gain |
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what was he thinking of and |
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why did he dream he could convey a bright idea? |
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While his tongue was wagging |
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he forgot to use the space between his ears. |
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Logodaedalus |
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with the cunning of a fox |
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paint him devious |
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in the corner of the room, |
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pop Pandora out of her box. |
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What is he on about and |
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why are his arguments so needlessly arcane |
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in their brilliance? |
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He's close to appearing more than slightly inane |
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with his crooked logic |
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and his dog-eared dictionary close to hand... |
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I don't think he's got it |
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but he's insistent that we're going to understand |
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his complete precision; |
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in the end he's certain that we'll all agree |
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with his definition... |
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an obsolescent word from 1663. |
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That says it all for me. |