A trojan horse with the force of thunder
And a lightening mind,
In whom each finds a new world
Unfurled in mystery, intrigue ... Fatigue.
A myriad of labors have sharpened that saber
For an unending war of wits,
As a teacher tacks bits of facts
In awaiting funnels.
Some inverted; others converted.
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