Is Bliss then, such Abyss,I must not put my foot amissFor fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my footThan save my Boot –For yet to buy another Pairis possible,At any store — But Bliss, is sold just once.The Patent lostNone buy it any more —
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Related Topics: poetry
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