I once met a person
Of profound knowledge
Wisdom and experience.
But on looking deeper
I observed that
Despite high degrees
Quite pitifully
My patient was suffering from
Chronic Educational Deficiency Syndrome.
My diagnosis:
All through life
This poor soul's cider press
Had failed to extract
The juice from the pulp.
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