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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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