In vain, in vain may I explain
A conundrum of much pain.
Whilst I seek its answer, what’s to gain
Since I’m bedeviled in its twain?
My entry and exit, not of my refrain,
But my saunter between bears my vein.
What truly drives me nearly in sane:
Doodlers who dabble, but then abstain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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