To reinvent cheery old self
from mundane tedium switch
Wipe clean written old slate
and all affecting ties ditch
Let detractors mourn and fret
none other is there to blame
Wicked plans and plots devious
would beat them at their game
What's is now being chronicled,
its sense future would imply
Like rise of fabled phoenix
from ashes to soar and fly
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