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POEMS. 67

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T S 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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