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it is addressed thusly:
A lament.
it reads:
Man wastes his will and mind on thoughts
Hardly worth the thinking;
Before his screed - its many 'oughts'
His fellow stands a-blinking,

Soon he'll acquire that subtlety
To catch a man off guard
He'll speak sarcasm, uncertainty
The trick is not so hard!

'Where is the debater of this age?'
I have seen it said,
He is here, his own web-page
His fingers dipped in red.

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