I write because of this vain test,
You put me through without a rest,
Challenging me as if a bet,
To pit forward unrehearsed set,
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An ill invention is my shame,
What I cannot do, I blame,
Another human without name,
Which of now I consider lame,
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Salute to mature teens like me,
Who speak, who write with certain art,
Who speak, who write with certain fear,
Yes, we are all together bound.
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