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From pity's point of view. |
| “Those who do not complain are never pitied.” ~ Jane Austen Pity does not volunteer when there’s no complaining near. Pity’s always circumspect when discord is kept in check. Pity folds her arms with shrug when complaints are safe and snug. She looks on with careful glare as lamenting fails to dare. She knows of grease applied to wheels due to squeaks and due to squeals. Pity will not be as grease when the wheel remains at peace. Sniveling is pity’s bane; to be sure, she will refrain from kvetching’s noisy sides where the woe is me abides. Yet if pity has to fly, she will do so but ask why. She wears raiment, though threadbare; sheds a tear in her despair. But the heart of pity knows grumbling is the height of lows. Careful does her pity stay when complaining’s held at bay. 24 Lines Writer’s Cramp Winner 9-20-17 |