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I'll Be Befuddled

A poem I wrote about bewilderment
Turned out to taste like peppermint.
I mixed in sugar and a touch of sage.
It sent my poem into a blinding rage.

Perhaps if I bake it in an oven hot?
That turned the texture similar to snot.
I chopped it up and in the trash it went,
So much for my poem about bewilderment.

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