"Here is my sonnet about Slime Molds.
Creeping through the forest, avoiding light,
A small foreign entity takes the scene.
Though it possesses inordinate might,
It is a rather harmless, slimey sheen.
Nomenclature aside, it is not mold,
Rather…"
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