My life is an interwoven plaiting
Of a complex mystery still waiting
To be unraveled by Nature's consuls;
A history to be written by fiction's moguls!
Keep off this boiling pot,
Handle not with bare hands things hot,
Lest you burn or scald your soul;
And take to be fair or foul!
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