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The cicadas’ clicks under the Mimosa –
adding to the palaver of the verbosa
–
allows no room for the nervosa
to relax.
And then someone starts to play badly upon a tenor sax.
Just another day in Dystopia.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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