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The Philosophical Lizard

Laying on a warm rock the lizard Smiled knowingly at Wittgenstein “You think I’m enjoying the sun.” Winking her achingly sinister eyes . Wittgenstein was numb with doubt If the lizard wasn’t enjoying the sun What was she doing? Paralysed, he … Continue reading

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