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Making Do
Enough I have,
but more, would make do, better still.
Sufficing without icing is a nice thing to do,
but ample sufficiency is defeat, a condescending deceit.
For we all want bigger apportioned portions.
Want more than our fair share of the hearty fare.
Making do is so hard to do, but so easy to see through.
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