You'd think that people would have had enough of silly poems

I think if I did ever see
A man who looked the same as me
Would he think also that I be
A man that looks the same as he?

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In finding that which I had lost
I lost the act of searching
And realised with little cost
That things were just reversing

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In the beginning there was only one
And it was awfully glum
Until a two followed along
A third was sure to come

Fourth, and more, and by nightfall
Infinity was inferred
Then Hilbert said 'move up one all'
And things got quite absurd

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It was that, which it was not
And things weren't what they seemed
With this and that, my thoughts were shot
No sense could be redeemed

A why became a confused what
A who turned to a where
I could see, it was clear that
Meaning wasn't there

Admist this funk I could give up
Another wasted night
Some strength gained from a lifted cup
I would continue fight

As beautiful the dawn did rise
Within glory of its glow
The spirit of the writer dies
This time it did not flow