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Don Pasquale

Tweet He was old and foolish, Predicaments not inextricably conjoined. His friends for reasons linked to gain But writ in friendship’s tawdry advertisements Put him on a skewer and turned him hot for a delicacy twixt food and sleep. His pain is Indies spice for sluggish Palates that dine on grief And those that smirk…

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