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The past or its diabolic sting, Or the pangs of a

The past or its diabolic sting,
Or the pangs of a wounded wing,
The merry of a mother post labour,
Or that grateful smile from your neighbour,
Every ounce of it, a verse can take.
And multitudes more than that,
A verse can give. A verse on a verse.
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The past or its diabolic sting,
Or the pangs of a wounded wing,
The merry of a mother post labour,
Or that grateful smile from your neighbour,
Every ounce of it, a verse can take.
And multitudes more than that,
A verse can give. A verse on a verse.
#Verse