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Oh this horrific web of complicated structures

Has put on my mind bruises and ruptures

Even did He not think

And man was ready in just a blink

But a foolish man He made

Went to know the recipe laid

The ingredients on his own he named

And then he gamed

Was a tough task for this little mind

Each name is new every time I discover and I find

Nevertheless I try harder and harder to remember

Still in a deep slumber , today January, tomorrow December.