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Neither up, neither down,

Just a little bit self-centered,

smiled the narcissistic clown.

Neither hot, neither cold,

Just a little lukewarm I was told.

Neither a boy, neither a girl,

Just a little candy confused,

a mannequin pronounced.

Neither pink, neither blue,

just a bow and chain,

to describe them and they,

walking down the aisle of denial.

Neither me, neither you,

just a little bit of everything,

to sway a very naive crowd.