Wittgenstein bereft of is
Wittgenstein bereft of is
Watched all that isness whiz.
Forlorn, bereft, you know, because
He knew what a wiz that isness was.
He stayed up night after night
And thought about that.
No light! No light!
Meowed Schroedinger's cat.
Watched all that isness whiz.
Forlorn, bereft, you know, because
He knew what a wiz that isness was.
He stayed up night after night
And thought about that.
No light! No light!
Meowed Schroedinger's cat.
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