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January 2, 2014
When silent alarm bells ring out,
because sensitivity so acute,
in the mind of one so persecuted,
one cannot fail to get to the root.
When a body of work so precious,
with minor alteration is reproduced,
silent alarm bells reach a sinister tone,
revealing a trespasser, easily seduced.
With gentle, early warnings ignored,
there is only one course left to take.
Let the charlatans and forgers beware,
or risk being revealed as a fake.
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