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Framework
Patching frames of guesswork from ceiling to floor,
Only a matter of time before I barricade the door,
Dour sour patch element fuses with the tincture,
Giving birth to a scowl factor Hobbesian state of nature,
This is the equator of belt buckle bliss,
Taking pride in cackling about how something is amiss,
Murmured stories hold no glory but any for the teller,
Just hope that the tales you bear are worth the sale,
Roam the wild forests untainted by any hand,
Refraining from building frameworks based on popular demand.
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How can you expect a man who's warm to understand a man who's cold?
- Solzhenitsyn "Ivan Denisovich"
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