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An unkind tale was whispered in his ear.

He paused to hear. His thoughts were food that helped a falsehood thrive,

And keep alive.

Years dawned and died. One day by venom's tongue

His name was stung. He cried aloud, nor dreamed the lie was spawn

Of thoughts long gone.

Each mental wave we send out from the mind,

Or base, or kind, Completes its circuit, then with added force

Seeks its own source.


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