Capitalization no longer warrantedA Poem by SorenAt times I wonder about human blunder, strange thoughts come to mind With all their spice, in a Mexican restaurant do they serve ice, or is it maligned So hard and cold, set in a mold, a foreign glass breaks out in a sweat You get less for what you pay as it melts away, by law, the order is what you get
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