There lived a man quite short of word,
terse for him a tad too long,
whose love was lived in snips of joy,
whose hates were here and gone.
He worked at best part time
and slept in fits and starts.
I showed this to him just now
and he said, “cut it to the bone.”
So I did.
“Speak not lest ye sprawl.”

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