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A short typed fragment reads, "Mockery yield to harvest / Let that that pushes to ridicule come apart / like a bad bound ball of hay."

The fragment turns ridicule into something that can loosen, split, or be harvested. Its awkward grammar and hay image make mockery feel physical and rural rather than merely social.

A brief typed fragment connects mockery, harvest, ridicule, and a badly bound ball of hay.

The page compresses moral or social pressure into an agricultural image. Its rough syntax is part of the effect, making the collapse of ridicule feel bundled and unstable.