Fancy a jelly-like idealist, a manly felonious criminal
Of ill-repute; He does all that pain for your summary
And these poets carry pots of words on their heads,
Telling or reporting, murmuring or completing,
Just like the idiom in the wind tells -
You mattered as if you were human.
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