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Three pounds light
And hidden from view
You are mostly right
And that’s not new!

Softer than creams
Yet tougher than rock
Source of all dreams
And where thoughts run amok

Sometimes wild
And sometimes mundane
Sometimes a child
And sometimes inane

You tell me to see
To eat, hear, or breathe
When to laugh in glee
Or in anger, seethe

I shall never know
What trick you’re up to
Too twisted to follow
But that’s what makes you YOU

O’ great fickle one
And emperor of boons
Without you as sun
I’m a galaxy of moons