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cure-alls
naught save the peddlers of art
where entertainmentâs a la carte
and the menu cardâs kind a faulty
yet here weâre reasonably comfy
so show us the justice of poetry
lost in the valley of minutes and years
itâs audience so glad to have been found
consumers shall ever-consume and
restlessness gaze at sighs of those at ease
the hand that wipes away all fears
nev...
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