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Oy! What a Mess!
Amber fire marks me deep;
turning, twisting giving vent
to things most unremarkable, were
it not the way the fire went.
From belly stew to brain above,
where once despair, now reigns love;
in land of bleakness so I turned,
now with courage on a new sojourn.
Little things...prior, paid no heed,
now to my attentions find
a loud demand, (albeit in my mind)
growing quick expressed to written need.
But one, (of many) share I here;
how mighty prose, most deserved,
goes for pennies in this sea
of peopled sloth, most unlearned.
Wuthering Heights, a quarter cost,
while World of Warcrafts' far more sought;
The Seawolf bought one hundredth less
than crotchless panties; Oy! What a mess!
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