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I have no quarrels with the moon, nor sun nor clouds nor sky
nor stars, nor with creature great or small, no quarrel
with the rocks, the mountains, the oceans
nor the trees nor birds nor myriad bees
nor butterflies but only mankind
brings me to my knees,
but only mankind makes me
vent my spleen and womankind too, if we could all
begin again what would we do different this time
around far from the madding crowd when life
was new and crisp and full of laughter
and soft smiles and first kisses
when we were young
and best friends
meant
everything

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