Our thinkings have
No legs, no hands,
And yet, we are there
To honor them,
We know, though, they are
Not always true.
But true are we,
And we can take steps
To establish the truth.
But truth is nowhere
To be found except
Our thinking.
We should be careful
While thinkings.
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