Poem of the Masses

Come one come all and contribute your wit! Your tongue needn't be sharp, to add a line to it. Rattle your noggin and summon your grit, grind out some words and see if they fit.


The penultimate line of the poem is:

   And this, a dumber one. What will follow ? For we cannot master time nor dumbness.

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