The addiction of an apology was present,
Planets forged plenty of moments for apologies;
A lasagne of thoughts needed some forgiving,
Yet the cricketing may have spun a generation.
Enthusiasts on the globes of drinking
Entered therapy for others to overlook them;
And so peaches and raspberries emerged
For the eating, to engulf the people.
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