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Thinking Pants

Mastery?…yes, it comes from practice,
hence the cloud of information boiling to unveil.

And she is a master,
a master of all.
And over her shoulder,
are spread the decorated install.

A Nerd?… maybe one,
always talking,
yet never vocalizing.
A genius?…. maybe one,
always solving,
and ever memorizing.

Her thinking pant is the magic.
Always wet, never dry.
Pricelessly worn to all occasion,
giving her an uncommon confidence.

Oozing with intelligent fragrance,
she is gorgeous in it.
For in it, all her folks stood in awe,
as she rattled both history and mystery.

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