The latest revision of this unruly draft plagiarizes pieces, whole chunks, alas from the now abandoned previous pass The carcass, once vibrant and meaty now quartered with care, leaves little for the vultures but a dour scent and some tufts of hair The new revision is on to something now it can smell it, the crux of it oh man, oh wow But the bits and pieces arrayed in a flashy, bold new architecture suggest nothing much new, hint that another slaughter and rending is due The latest revision now bears no resemblance to its ancestors, has seemed to lose the thread of that something-or-other need be said Perhaps the current jumble is a total loss with nothing to salvage, a deposit of dross
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