The Insult's Hid
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The insult's hid beneath bushels
And bailings, of compliments;
For it's mankinds way to hide the blade
Inside other implements.
My words though, are unwaxxed ones,
My intention bodes no wound;
There is no weapon hidden,
No pain in my words, bound.
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