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Created on: April 09, 2009
the Mind is clouded like the Mind is a cloud
clarity is sought as time passes
cloud ever growing, traveling wherever the wind takes it
absorbing moisture and retaining
never knowing what is ahead but always moving forward
ever ready to rain knowledge on the thirsty
but when the clouded is the cloud can clarity be achieved?
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