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Interesting operations In the movements of the Miles, When every unique permutation Finds itself in perfect style Emulating every facet Of the past events unfelled And yet it turns them swiftly churning In the minds where they are held. These repetitious recoils Reaching far beyond ignored, Seems to leave the Poet pacing, Finds himself oft-found deplored, And consistent cognate creeping Of a past that's locked away Reminds him coldly of their leavings, Sets his mind to disarray. A Kid who's left to wonder What it is that he's done wrong; In the back the Jester slumbers Knowing hopes are dead and gone. Even hopeless-held romantics With the