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The world is so crammed of You-s Frieks that clamour to be on news Then the lone me Whose poetry faulters on spelling B. The world is in replete of us Wilting flowers in a dry vas Some shrivel and wither first Some pulled to entice lovers thirst. The world is so full of them Characters of a reality game- Where life is the main show And death is the climax goal. Joy a mere illusion- And reality an intrusion.

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