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Ach, the poets are all insane, we’ve had a gutful
Of piddling excuses about how the cat
Swallowed the form delivered with as much éclat
As some ancient rhymer trying to pull the wool
Over the pentameter, or some doomy wastrel
Murmuring by the hour in the internet hells
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