The shortest cut
The shortest cut to happiness is
To get the highest worthiness
at the lowest prices there is
When your fingernails grow too long
You don’t feel they to you belong
They aliens, something apart from you.
To feel them keenly and kin
Cut them short to your skin
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Author:
arobot (
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