habits creep from hind side,
pet and fondle the physic
flow into the psyche,
make a way for routine
some are good some are bad
some a fad,
soon are cloaked,
in custom and tradition
seek to govern and remain,
can one temper such a reign
stop the cycle, change the orbit
close it down make it refrain
easier to acquire
than shed this chain,
the best recourse
to rid the being of a habit
replace it,
with another and another
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