Without memory all fear
is inappropriate as forks for fish
when entrees are roast beef, and beer
when wine is served together with the dish.
Most fragile hearts will never shatter,
tormented by a tension that's tenacious
as the madness of a hatter,
but may be fooled by flights that are fallacious.
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