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Stout caricatures
come to life
on the boardwalk of natural pleasantry,

stretched foreheads
and foreshortened torsos
gleaming with impish security.

One day they’d be worth millions,
but they won’t survive that long.
Nobody will care for them,
they’re child’s play in the eyes of sensibility.

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