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Sylvia Plath - The Times Are Tidy
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Unlucky the hero born
In this province of the stuck record
Where the most watchful cooks go jobless
And the mayor`s rôtisserie turns
Round of its own accord.

There`s no career in the venture
Of riding against the lizard,
Himself withered these latter-days
To leaf-size from lack of action:
History`s beaten the hazard.

The last crone got burnt up
More than eight decades back
With the love-hot herb, the talking cat,
But the children are better for it,
The cow milks cream an inch thick.
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