Poetic Verses
It is good to be familiar
With those words that sound similar
Because there is no type of enjoyment
That can hide one from the face of embarrassment
One day from a bus just as I alight
It was there that man asked me for a light
Whilst I felt in my pocket on the right
He told me that his name was Mr. Wright
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With those words that sound similar
Because there is no type of enjoyment
That can hide one from the face of embarrassment
One day from a bus just as I alight
It was there that man asked me for a light
Whilst I felt in my pocket on the right
He told me that his name was Mr. Wright
The from no