An apparent erroneous thought process.
They think
They think,
That they think too much,
About themselves,
So much,
When they think,
About others,
They themselves do not think,
As much
They can fool one all the time,
Some for some time,
But they know not,
That they can’t fool,
All for all the time
When found out,
In the middle of the night,
Even they themselves know not,
Of their miserable plight
Out of mind,
Out of sight,
They remain,
It’s simple and plain,
That they live down,
No memorable lane.
Vern Nice, enjoyed and made me think 
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