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You threw a stone into the calm
that was just so cruel you caused a disturbance in the force with the ripples in the pool You think that I am a pigeon sitting on a stool but I am basking in the birdbath making ripples in the pool You think you made a splash in the world and for that you are so cool but all of your big splashes are just ripples in the pool Now you think the tides have turned but you are such a fool the tidal waves that you have made are just ripples in the pool
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