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Exercises in Futility

I fear that if I swam the seas
Or foiled a vile, ingenious plot
Or freed the world of all disease,
My efforts all would go for nought.
If I had won the Powerball,
Unearthed a priceless Roman vase,
Or even built the Taj Mahal
Or blown the Death Star up in space
Or crossed to Mordor with the Ring,
Succeeding in my epic quest,
It wouldn’t really mean a thing.
McKayla wouldn’t be impressed!

 

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