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September 19, 2008 in Life, Poems | No comments
Is bliss, then, such abyss I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe?
I’d rather suit my foot Than save my boot, For yet to buy another pair Is possible At any fair.
But bliss is sold just once; The patent lost None buy it any more.
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