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I think a clever rewrite of macabre nursery rhymes is in order.

The desire to build a utopia is so strong. And our cushy day care rather resembles a utopia, if you shut one eye and squint the other... heaven is full of babies. It’s hard to write about. This little piggy experienced no privation, nor this, nor this.

heaven full of babies = macabre nursery

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