galaxy
has
no
king
but
billions
of
ambassadors
like trees
in
a million
orchards,
with
potential
to
bloom
and to
bear
the fruit
of
good
will
and
sweet
juicy
kindness,
this galaxy
il like
a
gigantic
Cosmic
pie
that
is
baked
and
eaten
and
baked
again,
with
so
many
bakers
with
endless
mouths
taking
and
hands
baking
In
silmultanius
order
and
confusion
and a
baziillion
recipes
of
disaster
and
just
as
many
that are
wonderful
and some
of
it
is
Cold,
and
some
is
hot,
what
is in
your
recipe
in your
Part
of the
pie?
Is it
love
or
Is it
hate
or
chaos
or
is
it
apathy?
you
my
friend
are
a
baker
too,
this galaxy
is the desires
of many
and the
desires
of
a
few,
the
harmonious
stew
of
cohesiveness
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