Better are foes than friends, sometimes, oh friend!
Flip through thy pages friends, pretentiously
and say, "It's great, so nice, wondrous and good! "
But foes, rummage with spite them ruthlessly
and in search of faults, they tear you piece by piece!
God knows what foes unearth and well discern!
In their inadvertence may discover
precious jewels you hid in oblivion
and win you accolades of connoisseurs!
So, friends or foes, mind never thee, oh friend.
To friends say warm hello and thanks a lot
and there they come, your foes, with smiles crooked...
come on, up on thy feet and make salute! !
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