Who’s wandered past the sense
Eye balled it, not quite tricky enough.
Common and garden, as recompense
Has gone directly under the radar.
Green, green grass both sides of the fence
Makes no difference when nobody knows.
Bur choosing a side can feel sort of immense
A group, that holds the truth of belief.
The fine line between sharp with no defence
Is the keenest edge, to seek true from
Occam’s rule cries against eithers pretence
Why else would they cry, and wail, and moan.
Held me back in some great suspense.
In the virtual field, I play in.
Not even allowed a coincidence
Correlation is not accrued
Flippant at the top of my own dense
Data, packed knoll. Dug out by hand.
Not going to be the first to commence
The talk..
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