Pleasure And Pain
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Andrew Blakemore
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The pleasure that you gain
When you find a twenty dollar bill
Lying upon the pavement,
Is equal to the pain
That is felt by the person who lost it.
For where their is joy
There is always sorrow,
And where their is laughter
There are always tears.
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