I think
Common sense
Is the greatest
Oxymoron
Sense
Above all things
In this world
Is not common
We are made
Aware of this daily
Yet, we appeal
To this notion
Even though
We no longer
Have a set of values
Or beliefs
On which
We can all agree
And where
Is the sense
In that?
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