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The Mob, the People don’t exercise their
Initiative. Because no body told them
To. Living life this same way, every day
Won’t try exotic smells, brighter hues. En Garde!
The tongue unsheath’d, watch words’ audacious edge.
The impish levity worn today. The Cad
waggish, whimsical. Did today mark out 
An end? I felt relief from haunting times
Relief from days gone. No need to restrain
and measure instinct, to protect Ego,
from friends’ sharp jabs. I just poke back all smiles.