E'en 'mong identicles,
Nature would never limit her choices,
So she can't be fickle,
She likes to throw in a cyclone or two,
Only to have some fun,
But not everywhere, she's learned some things,
She don't want to wipe out everyone,
Add disease, war, diet and poverty,
Too many things can fail,
If the world were so dumb to be the same,
That's the end of the tale,
That's why we've choice,
We can't do the same things,
Lest our common choices lead to our death,
And Nature is left with no more play things.
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