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Consumer Goldilocks


Goldilocks is hungry

But no porriage has she

Instead eating all the fish from our sea 

To make wood for her chairs

Cut the forest, who cares! 

And for her bed use the land

Deplete and posion it until it's sand

For she cares nothing of a "just right" vow

Modern Goldilocks cares only for right now. 

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