A little that they saw
But More that they heard
From wall with no name
That bear ears of fallacy
People are orator
Who adds Self presumed element
On twisted And doubtful truth
Sweetening its course
And It goes on and on
For there is always an inquisitive soul
Ready to taste and share
His own version of orchestra
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