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Is Bliss then, such Abyss

Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?

I’d rather suit my foot
Than save my Boot
For yet to buy another Pair
Is possible,
At any store

But Bliss, is sold just once.
The Patent lost
None buy it any more
Say, Foot, decide the point
The Lady cross, or not?
Verdict for Boot!


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Poem Is Bliss then, such Abyss - Emily Dickinson