The De-Juicer
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A de-juicer I am,
I de-juice the fruits,
But I don’t know why,
The juice extracted,
Is a little bitter,
Always it’s so.
One day,
While de-juicing tangerines,
The power was gone,
I thought some core,
Was yet to de-juice,
But on that day,
The juice was sweet,
No bitterness at all!
On that day,
I learnt a secret of life,
Excess of any act,
May be good or bad,
Reduces the sweetness,
Ends in bitterness!
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