What can I tell you who think you know so much
Except that the little you missed that really matters
To those kept in daily insecurity thus must rush
Of something new or imagined but must chase after
What is there to tell of those less or non-attentive
Those resigned just where they are; sentenced themselves
Where nothing can tantalize; nothing found attractive
Quite satisfied with theirs and the arranged shelves
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