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a dearth of daffodils,
a surfeit of despondence.
every morrow, a surge of forged glee.
poets, vagabonds craving beauty.
plain sheep, milk the cosmos with the most sedulous care.
the characters, ignorantly unaware.
the plot, so very bare.
lacks substance, lacks the drive.
only bother for them, to thrive.
the core beckons change.
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