The following is a quirky poem I wrote about double-mindedness.
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Right now
I wood
lyke 2 spell
yor nayme
with two dees
beakuz
iyme
con-fused
without fusion
un-one
Two
without u
blown to sub-atomic smithereens
(set blender to atom-smasher. Hit bl-end)
with ewe
confronted with tornadic reinteriordecorating
sudden death we(l)dding
what a mess
pureed guts
my insides
me
myself &
i(s)land.
