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Remember this day, neural daffodil,
green pass of the grasses,
make sick out of ill.
Oh, time masses,
passing
and gaining thrill,
from berried trees picked to spill.
Candied pieces break from the frame,
floating from nonexistent space,
passing all the insides of me
without a physical mentality.
Lofty leisure, love the laurel;
pick the pocket, daffodil neural.

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