The world is puzzled by us and our laughter,
This name I supply is with a speaking dispute;
My doctors are brilliant, as they profit from the bold,
Going to the audacity we speak, going away.
The path to electricity is to be a road to nowhere,
I supply the daughter of commerce, as she tries
To corrupt nobody, like a human body of worth.
The enemies of the acts of the nation are within
The borders too inclined to supply rage.
May this puzzle or quiz be a technological work,
Kind and best, the infinity of this world itself.
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