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Here is poem number 100!
Bladders
There are abdomens working
too hard for pitiful returns.
There are lives of men giving,
women out as long as the sun
and children are copying.
So, unfairness learns how to walk.
Inside the abdomens, bags
exist but you may call them sacks.
These chambers can seem like flags;
smooth muscle copies of the hopes
of many. Hope discards rags
and wears robes as the bags inflate