FOOLISH

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That vainness they flaunt with vanity
All day they carry like traveling luggage
Boasting of fripperies that makes no sense
Dwelling in their follies high as Wologisi
Seldom will great words flow from their lips
Sturdy postures but whiff of bravado
They make great charlatans for our town
Glimpse them in their assemblance of folly
Sparkling in their garment of dullness
That is that distinction that anger good folks
Wishing and praying a sense come soon
Giggling as the resolve that is yet nothing

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