People continue to make mistakes
This becomes simply a matter of what we wanted to do all along
whatever is convienent
This has no force; None
decadence and Transgression constants
Never too tender to regisster facts
or too coarse.
Is there any task as joyless as undecorating a tree
but there; it's done.
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