Without A Clue
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I kid myself many times,
That I know everything.
As reality smacks my face,
Then takes another swing.
I need to be brought down,
More than a peg or two.
For just who am I kidding,
When I haven't got a clue.
Proof is in the pudding,
So the old adage goes.
I'm simply not that clever,
The truth I now disclose.
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