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Trodding
it was an upscale downturn in the
direst conciliatory tone.
Matching flags and starb'uncle cups,
ye could make your way backstage
when the hall was all of empty and tread
the floors that Big Heroes once trod.
So many gone gone gone, and others
too frail to be treading anywhere.
So'what is the Upshot (here) ?
We all just tread the way our ancestors trod,
despite knowing that soon any such footfalls
will be resoundingly obsolete
in less than a bleeding fortnight.
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