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Ill Will

Harbour no ill will my friend,
For it is something flat improperly folded.
A paper with those folds will not fly,
But drop as good as a paper that is crumpled.

Sure all things will eventually drop,
And not all that is well folded will fly,
But those who hold it will find no harbour,
So be wise and put it next to that goodbye.

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