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Our community,
We live by our creations,
Reaping what we sew.
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I've come to the point,
That every man will come to,
When you must create.
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Why not talk with me?
Now take a seat and repeat,
Your long life story.
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It's pleonastic,
Mellifluous myriad,
Of repetition.
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I vociferate,
This sesquipedalia,
To the high welkin.
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Philanthropic task,
Demure magnanimity,
Confounded with gifts.
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Acerbic pallor,
And remain amiable,
When sights are boring.
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