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Those words of text have got me vexed
Lacking warmth and prose
With its “if I must I’ll keep it short”
When judging mood one must suppose
The text is like a muffled mumble
Stripped bare of tenderness
A naked note of slapped shortcomings
Of nothing more and so much less
A one-way send of little said
Inattentive by default
That is if one replies at all
To cause a freefall somersault
So who you are and where you stand
Your rating loud and clear
A put you in your place affront
Blandly distanced cavalier
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