The
confluence of human needs,
With that
of human charity,
Creates a
plankton breeding ground,
Of hard
work and hilarity.
Some
desperate, some talented,
Ambitious
some, some plain relieved,
All have
arrived, post diligence,
Complacent
some, some still on heat.
Years of
toil have brought forth spoils,
Yet spoiled
their prospects elsewhere,
Avast! For
this might still repair,
Their
previous drought of humanity.
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