________ PROLOGUE________
Within this cryptic, acrostic poem
Be-lies one word that owns 2 homes
Foresight will not beget your find
Th' stairway thru these jaded lines
Sixth Sense,3rd Eye your only tools
In the End you'll be nobody's fool.
________THE WORK_________
Attitude, with a formula alpha
Accepting, the linguistical tic
Barring algorithmic murmur
Spooning for cadence, tempo
Whilst uttering anglo-saxons
Sensational lexicon, take that
Objectionable to Lallus Hindi
A parlance sweet and socratic
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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