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All that neglect seemed like it spawned an eternity
For what it’s worth, they have their own worlds to keep them occupied
Populated by quasi-villains and heartwarming values
Music, too, so that their spirits are uplifted
Original programming if things really get desperate

Nothing is given a “proper place”
Because grass often sways disobediently
Steel walls hamper the wind’s progress
Salty seas are traversed with outrageous glee
And southern gentility doesn’t know the meaning of itself

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