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===Introduction: Swinging Door Entrance=== <pre> Your name may be its own Fluctuating Metaphor, But here Within We haven’t the time To unravel such things— We are busy. And you Are too I’m sure— You see, Here, We are Not entirely dense; Our occupations Are not Things we’ve Simply Stumbled over: We know Newton’s laws. Even when you Are at rest, We acknowledge That you are "Tend[ing] to remain at Rest.” This Is not nothing. (Not being no thing Is still, After all Being Some thing). Now, This clearly established, Half of you must Have been wondering What it is You’ve been seeing A portion Of this time. Well, Here We are a relatively peaceful society (With a few important exceptions) Toward those among us. Our dogma Is polytheistic, Consisting of A Battered Joy of Cooking, Dexterity, Taste And— God, I know I’m forgetting someone— Um, Ah yes, Mothers everywhere. Our labour Is our love, And we balk not At tired clichés Like eggs benny, Spaghetti, Or chocolate cake; Each task is its Own reward, And each is its original And master. From the bases of Our mousetrap Declivities, And molded Crisper corners, To our Flour, Sugar and Coffee Kitschy Counter Containers, To the heights Of Our vapoured Oil sepia Overhead— Even from the Door Opposing your Oscillations, Thank you very much, But We are Just cooking. </pre>
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