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Uncommon Sense

Totally incomprehensible; yes the word befits
The many individuals who refuse to use their wits.
In every town and city, nearly everywhere you go,
Is it legitimately handicapped or thinking just too slow?

They hang upon your bumper or run you off the road
And if nobody stopped them, they’d try to eat a toad.
How do they ever make it and get from day to day,
With total incomprehension of finding their own way?

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