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These are the grievances I hold against folks. |
| Numerous nears and dears I got So, lots of pains and fears I got. How shall I thank you for your love? Say, for the wealth of tears I got. I shared my secrets with my friends, But from them only jeers I got. I must do now what I need to, And not count on the years I got. Darts from sharp tongues do make me cry, Sometimes I curse the ears I got. 8 syllables in each line |