The Notion

It's a real dead ringer for integrity
This idea
Concieved in illegitimacy
Reared up in animosity.

It's a fabulous contender for supremacy
This child
Crafted from necessity
Maintained by generosity.

But curb your enthusiasm;
There still swings a pendulum
Perturbing though the notion may be
It keeps us here
In working symmetry

The End

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