It is simply a mystery,
Who and What and Where?
And Why I thought that I could find
A hidden meaning there.
Still I keep on searching,
Of that thing that is amiss,
For my mind is a muddle
Of That and Those and This.
Will I ever know the truth
Or is it out of reach?
But, if mystery unravels itself,
others, I’m sure to teach.
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