He puts on his hat of plenty and tilts it at a jaunty air…He dons his happy pants and slips on his dancing shoes…Over all goes his cloak of oportunity…He clasps his walking stick of hope and steps out his door…First one then another start to follow as he passes by…Soon we are a crowd, drawn by the jingle of gold in his pockets…A sweet melody rolls off his tongue… But wait what’s that he said, not sure I understand…Oh it doesn’t matter, look how high he leaps to click his heels…And how perfectly he twirls his cain…So many are following now…He must be the one, the next big thing…Yes this has to be right, for thinkers we all be…not just a bunch of lemmings prancing toward the edge… We aren’t are we ????

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