the splitting up of hairs
has got me in despairs
for here the contentions
are all about intentions;
while reading my heart
has caused some to hurt
and said my train of thot
was not as it truly ought;
but then pray do tell
how one knew so well
my faulty imagination
without any declaration
nor utterance of mind
or said words unkind;
pensively nonchalant
am thus found in want
with designs disputed
and my faults imputed;
my mind stands judged,
mentations begrudged;
so therein lies my plight
my thots found not right;
for my private thoughts
all have terrible faults
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