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an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock 
     counts down minutes few

according Al Gore rhythm  
     unstoppably ticking, 
     when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus 

     if not Horton Hears Hoo 
then most definitely The Lorax 
     (couching urgent morals underscored 
     by satellite photographs 

     showing melting icecaps or igloos,
which planetary sos, sans in extremis 
     requires joint effort of Gentile and Jew,
plus every other sectarian credo, 

     dogma, ethos...knew
clear family, and whatnot 
     to become linkedin with Linda Loo
yes, we moost not forget 

     Old McDonald with his moo
moo there bovine creatures 
     agedly hobbling along, or new
lee born, cuz juiced one day 

     per three hundred and sixty five 
     (six with leap year - 
     to appease ghost oh Rachel Carson
     imagine dragons festooned leotard 
     with brand name Oroblu)

or poor ole Whinny The  Pooh
eternally stuck in Rabbit's 
     hole sum Hutch as a queue
doth loosely form dreaming up and rue

mien hating solution 
     (burning the midnight oil) true
lee trying to remedy plight 
     of said bear character,

     perhaps unstated message being woo
king in tandem solutions to resolve 
     wretched condition of world wide web 
     possible by bridging differences 
     between me and you, and you, and you...

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