Sir...
the wound that might not heal
is merely a moment's feel...
when one considers... eternity
I've an abysmal gash
from a most vigorous slash
but, from an incompetent hand
that didn't (perfectly) understand
how to hold a knife
This will prove an egregious error
for that most unheeding... MORON
and... soon...
and... soon....
(Shakespeare's alley (truly) leads
to a more garnished... pith...?)
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