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The mind, the mind. Oh that mind. Hidden in a garden. Of bliss The devils playground. Wishful thinking Ahh Stolen fruit 🍑 Hmm Deceit, lies you name it,as the ladder 🪜 climbs. Higher and Higher. Oops Time to clean up. But The grit is so stubborn The rubble so high The stockpile a nightmare And no way out. So beware This is no leap of faith Oops But on the contrary my dear fellow This is a leap into hell. Where fires are raging. And Oh no Oh no But not one Fire Fighter Too just help you out. So beware , beware of that little green monster. Don't let him in Don't let him in To your hidden garden Because the task at hand Might be something You Can't Handle.
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
The mind
The mind, the mind. Oh that mind. Hidden in a garden. Of bliss The devils playground. Wishful thinking Ahh Stolen fruit 🍑 Hmm Deceit, lies you name it,as the ladder 🪜 climbs. Higher and Higher. Oops Time to clean up. But The grit is so stubborn The rubble so high The stockpile a nightmare And no way out. So beware This is no leap of faith Oops But on the contrary my dear fellow This is a leap into hell. Where fires are raging. And Oh no Oh no But not one Fire Fighter Too just help you out. So beware , beware of that little green monster. Don't let him in Don't let him in To your hidden garden Because the task at hand Might be something You Can't Handle.
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
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