Amenable To Guilt
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I'm amenable to guilt,
Where habitual patterns rule;
Soul composed of tattered quilt-
And sometimes look the fool.
I'm amenable to love,
Where fools, charlatans are crowned;
Invoking heavens aid above-
Though seldom is it found.
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